ODE TO GOD
Change is borne on the wings of desperation.
It fuels the weight of the world.
It caps all the peaks.
Flows in the living electricity of all the rivers.
It is the pervasive love in dreaming.
It is the air you breathe.
It makes the heartbeat of laughter.
It paints sorrow.
It eats itself and gives birth to itself anew.
It exists as the risen life, frees mankind from the inescapable prison of ego.
It is the sheen of gold and the glittering pure mind of silver.
It is the womb of the earth mother.
It's waves break on the shores of the perception of time.
Hides in the shadow forms of the mind.
Swims in the void.
It is the raw wind of the happy death.
It is this poem and the light by which you think.
So.
What to do?
The weight of the world is love.
Change kills us all.
Gives us life.
Drink it in, deep.
Change is borne on the wings of desperation.
It fuels the weight of the world.
It caps all the peaks.
Flows in the living electricity of all the rivers.
It is the pervasive love in dreaming.
It is the air you breathe.
It makes the heartbeat of laughter.
It paints sorrow.
It eats itself and gives birth to itself anew.
It exists as the risen life, frees mankind from the inescapable prison of ego.
It is the sheen of gold and the glittering pure mind of silver.
It is the womb of the earth mother.
It's waves break on the shores of the perception of time.
Hides in the shadow forms of the mind.
Swims in the void.
It is the raw wind of the happy death.
It is this poem and the light by which you think.
So.
What to do?
The weight of the world is love.
Change kills us all.
Gives us life.
Drink it in, deep.
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dannydmc:
Just to let you know; I'll be there on Saturday. Hope your not to hung over this morning 
zenhell:
