“I feel that if we have any kind of belief in our reality and earth, we have to know that the time is now to become the change.” Melissa Etheridge
Windward we sail, through the whirlwinds of dwindling faith, in the sorrowing hearts of humankind. Swallowing and choking on fear, as the masses continue bestowing a narrowing mindset, of a hoodwinking or swindling nature. Some unknowingly and blindly continue following these harrowing mistruths, spewing and bellowing the difference between US and THEM.
The breadwinners of old, now wallowing in rewinding our historic recorder, slowing our evolutionary growing to dormancy. While we keep bowing to masters of illusion, borrowing from twinkling stars and glowing planets, a recipe profiting from greed, cast so well. We are drawing closer to breaking this spell, no batwings, periwinkle petals, or pearls before swine – but a harmonious convergence of souls entwined, becoming the change, by winning the shadowing twin and changing Self.
We are winnowing dandelion spores, blowing dreams to the winds of change, no winsome notions, but a knowing, to let the crewing begin. Gathering forward momentum in uncovering the lies bestrewing about, leaving us previously wingless, or splattered on a windshield, while owing more and more to the powers that be.
No more borrowing from Peter, to pay Paul; No more burrowing underground to hide from reality; No more clawing our way to the top, by declawing others; No more endowing power to liars; No more kowtowing to “them” knowing better what is good for me; No more towing the line for the lazy; No more waiting for a windfall; No more furrowing deeper in the trenches of war; and, No more keeping my windpipe from making some serious noise.
Truth is of the people, by the people, for the people…
Women are the mothers of the world, not the ribs of man to be tossed for predators to be chewing upon. What won’t kill us, will make us strong, like the windblown stones dwindled, but there to witness through time. In this Age of Spirit, let our words become windows, not walls of indifference, as the twine that binds us invisibly is allowing our voices to be heard.
I’m not ‘winging it’, this was actually planned – as more questions keep hollowing my mind – Do we have a price to pay for truth and believing? Where is our fear? Where is our faith?
In renewing my earthly cycles, downwind of the billowing clouds of the past, I can imagine this growing light of truth, reflecting back in time to remembering what the gnawing pain of war teaches us. It teaches intolerance, hatred, fear, anger, deep sorrow, guilt, resentment and superiority, although the addition of greed, arrogance and super-ego, is what our son’s and daughter’s are dying for?
The winds of change are calling – is anybody out there?
©TK Rosevear 2007
So many here inspire me, for this I am grateful.