Wednesday, January 6, 2016

POEM - 'The World Is A Consciousness' - By Helen Leigh


(from - Life and Lessons Poetry By Helen Leigh)



Some people sift for dirt and Some people sift for gold,
Why are you Inversion Building,
When you can Extricate,
In love exertion.

And the world is a conciousness
I hold in my hand,
The fist or the palm,
The freedom or the damned.

Some people see the strange and Some people see the abstract,
What you see as a weakness,
Is your own reflection,
To see less.

And the world is a conciousness
I hold in my hand,
The fist or the palm,
The freedom or the damned.

Your hard-hearted way is no longer good here, good day,
No day,
One day,
To-day,
The light is seen only when you look at it,
Make a way.
Where there is none,
Some
People look the fist and some people look at the palm,
Why are you duality charade-ing
You have the emperors new clothes,
That you're parading.

And the world is a conciousness,
We hold in our hands,
It takes just one with love,
Like the sun,
To give that freedom run,
Believe it can.

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