Peace Poem
Peace Poem
Still stand little bird
of the morning,
Waiting for the sun to peak.
Cold runny water dew dripping,
Perching and ready to speak.
Where runs this world through changes,
Moving circles in a song?
Dancing towards forever,
Starting and stopping along.
Just as Peaceful is the beginning,
So will at Peace be the end.
Nothing creates nothing always,
Consciousness simply pretends.
Richard E. Gold
Still stand little bird
of the morning,
Waiting for the sun to peak.
Cold runny water dew dripping,
Perching and ready to speak.
Where runs this world through changes,
Moving circles in a song?
Dancing towards forever,
Starting and stopping along.
Just as Peaceful is the beginning,
So will at Peace be the end.
Nothing creates nothing always,
Consciousness simply pretends.
Richard E. Gold
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©1999 The Catalyst Project. All rights reserved. Northern Light fixes wrongs.
©1999 The Catalyst Project. All rights reserved. Northern Light fixes wrongs.