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The Zen Garden |
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The Universe is calling you. It's calling you today.
So, whether you ignore the call (if you don't want to play),
Or whether you are leaning in with joy and open heart,
Your thoughts are now reality – we've gone beyond the start
Of the end game of Humanity: the ripe eleventh hour.
Minute fifty-nine is here. Will we claim our power?
It's brewing in the heart of the dragon as we sleep,
And if we want to make it through it's time to quantum leap
From the mind controlled agendas of the inky stinky clones,
Who have given us Agenda 21 and mobile phones:
The aliens are here. There are entities abound.
So if you love our species keep your ear to the ground,
And to the sky and to the voice of truth that whispers in your soul
That the freedom of our species is our current common goal.
So stop policing all your actions. Stop constricting YOU –
Being you in honesty's the only ticket through.
The needle's eye is narrow and the road's no longer wide;
The vortex pulls us closer – this is SUCH an epic ride.
The event horizon's here and the speed is stepping up.
I want to be a warrior of LOVE when I grow up.
Oh, wait! That's NOW! It's time to act. The water's getting hot.
And I'm the frog who knows and jumps to safety. I am not
Going to slowly cook and boil as this house of cards, alone,
Tries to drag us into apathy. It's time to take the throne
Of the kingdom of your spirit: the Awakening is YOU.
And as you read these words I know you know that this is true.
So if it hasn't sunk in fully, read these words again –
I am Mr. Gardner, but you can call me Zen.
Sunday 17th May 2015 ©Simon Welsh Poetry
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