by Betty This world is rapidly changing and in so much need of change. I cry, I prophecize, I understand so much I don't know where to place it. I'm rubbing elbows with Buddha, but I'm still looking for my reflection in the mirror. I have come to decide which lessons I see, the answers I live. Streaming out of my left eye are tears of painful sorrow. Possible detachment, falling from this cloud. And from my right. Unity. This word we have previously forgotten about. Admist millions of fences built to seperate, we sit in our homes, grieving, wondering where we as a whole have gone wrong. Pulled out of many comfort zones we have been forced to actually feel this world. A tragic nightmare has melted into our hands, molding us to come together. Reviving our spirits, digging them out of the ground. These wounds need mothering, clean waters that heal. We are long overdue to have the experience of Love. A certain location found within, that center of compassion. Where do we begin this revolution? When do we step inside and share with out? I feel a wake up call has been made, and we shouldn't let it pass. I'm beginning to shed this skin of ignorance, hoping I won't have to do it alone.