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The Messiah has come ... | There's a rhythm coming through | Alchemists of raw emotion | Riders of the tide | Intimacy with the infinite | IS
There's a rhythm coming through
There’s a rhythm coming through
Its showing us there’s something new
Beyond our busy expectations
Multi-media fabrications
And collective lamentations
Awakening a different dance
Beyond the “me good - you bad” stance
Groups and nations competition
Of domination and submission
Arguing each the others version
Calling it a damn perversion
Of what is right and what is wrong
And to whom truth and land and God belong
Claims of special entitlement
Guised as rational argument
Or as rules and laws of God or man
Pointing to a larger plan
That gives some power over others
Like birthrights of the older brothers
This alienation seems to start
When we learn - head must rule heart
And every other body part
We scorn our instincts, intuition
Standardizing all tuition
Always dashin, following fashion,
Stalking status, choking passion
The rush for bigger and for faster
In our push to grow and master
Has only lead to a disaster
Bulldozing all that’s in our way
We’ve lost the caring, lost the play
We’ve learned to live from fear and power and greed
Within paradigms of control that seed
Alienation, contempt, distrust
Reducing sex to soulless lust
That must be managed and controlled
Or flaunted, hidden, even sold
Slick and skilful manipulation
Splitting wealth and deprivation
The pecking order shifts a little
Cracking structures that are brittle
But still entrenched in judging rank
We get caught in our mind’s own prank,
And decide we too can use and rule
The planet as our senseless fool
After all its there for us
As the intelligent beings here – what’s the fuss?
But not so fast we’re here and learning
It’s not that simple - tides are turning
Stomachs churning, cities burning
Floods, tornadoes, earthquakes looming
Mining all earth's gifts is booming
Social structures come undone
Manipulators on the run
Bursting economic bubbles
Dictators leaving states in rubbles
Terror lurking round each corner
Paranoia of the foreigner
Symptoms of our desperation
Building walls of separation
But that’s the point we soon will see
Can’t really separate you and me
We’re bound as one in destiny
We may not like it – “What to do?"
Science is showing what the ancients knew
Time and space are wondrous carriers
Of waves and particles that have no barriers
Nor do poverty or pollution
Information or revolution
Love, air, water, fire and earth
Enliven every being's birth
Humans, animals, plants and minerals
Made all of the same materials
Working in a mysterious way
Articulating night and day
And we are given a humble part
Of the magnificent creative art
So let’s not get beyond ourselves
Starbeings, angels, fairies, elves
Are also present in the story
For which humans want to take the glory
Seems we’re here to learn humility
Be more conscious of our fragility
Relinquish arrogance and delusion
That breeds fear, envy and confusion
And pushes us to desecrate
Each other and the earth with greed and hate
Now it’s time for us to wonder
How to heal that which we’ve torn asunder
Rank and status of below-above
Makes it hard to find the love
That’s there when head from lofty place
Aligns with heart and body's grace
We witness then in newfound seeing
The universe as a conscious being
That’s the rhythm coming through
Its showing us there’s something new
With its beat we can step aside
Follow nature as our guide
Feeling deeply into sound
Listening to the pulsing ground
Potent meetings beyond reason
Planting fruits for every season
It’s different when we recognize
There no hierarchy of shape or size
Or color, texture, taste or prism
In our holographic organism
In each other we’re reflected
Yes, it seems we’re all connected
We’ll see this when we shift our stance
And open to the cosmic dance
Of loveful, curious resonance
With consciousnesses beyond our own
That’s the place that we’ll be shown
It’s the rhythm coming through
Listen and it will dance through you
From "IS", Shelley Ostroff, (2014)
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