The unseasonable
thunder and lightening
storm rocked
my room rousing me from
loveless nightmares.
I sat up in bed with my
eyes wide opened
crying Afghanistan!
Has the Jihad war begun?
Are civilians being burned?
Every reaction creates
an equal reaction.
How much longer until
it is a nuclear bomb?
Tomahawk
missiles, smart bombs,
laser-guided weapons,
Joint Direct Attack Munitions
and depleted uranium.
F-15 Tactical Fighter
Jets, F-16 Multi-role
Fighter Jets,
B1-B- Long-Range Heavy
Bombers, E-3 Sentries,
KC-135 Stratotankers.
Online CNN listed the
weapons being used to
fight the Taliban.
In Afghanistan, it is
not thunder and lightening
lighting up the cityscapes,
but US and British bombs
that my tax dollars went
to buy,
billions of dollars of
weapons enough to build
an experimental
solar power arcology,
a transnational culture
of erotic love.
maglev trains, organic
gardens, ecocities where
one can see the stars,
best practices from around
the world solving the
ills of civilization.
If only we were guided
by social visionaries
instead of
guided missile systems
designed to destroy the
Earth!
What will
save us from our lack
of humanity?
Crop Circles is all I
could think of since our
madness is out of control
and our love not strong
enough to create a vision
of a new world.
Their mysterious messages
are the answer if we could
only read!
We are oblivious to the
wisdom as to how to save
ourselves
unless we begin to see
the coincidences and synchronicities
of the every day miracles
that connect our lives.
Crop Circles have become
more and more complex
each year,
sacred geometry reflects
esoteric teachings from
around the sphere,
blueprints of cosmic temples,
universal language of
beauty
in the wheat fields of
England and around the
globe...
made visible through beams
of light around the Neolithic
stones,
fractals creating bridges
from chaos to an enlightened
world.
The mystery is trying
to save us, if only our
hearts could see
the graphic symbol of
unity within the diverse
circles of humanity.
If only we would tune
into the alien puzzle
to decode their
mandalas and glyphs instead
of listening to the war
games that
cover up the spiritual
truth we need to exist
in freedom and in peace!
Each day
I wake up into loveless
nightmares
dreaming of the place
where my beloved and I
can sleep
in each other arms, his
musical hands grasping
my breasts
awakening to a new millennium
to manifest a
stardust arcology on Earth
and in Outer Space.
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