Wisdom Through Humor

by Betty

Trading around our purpose, what use is this one?

Redundant and transforming

Lies of terror

We don't need this.

I'm here without a name

Naked in my ways

In my morals..fade them away

Learn and keep moving.

Clean myself of collective dirt.


I see my reflection in waters that heal

Jump into a pool of Divine ecstasy

I see myself and I see you

Drank the life and now eager to teach such hidden mysteries


These sparks of enlightened choirs, sing through my body and my words

Express themselves through my kiss and love for mankind

I have no doubts of our ascension

We as a whole will become that again


Fourteen Dalai Lamas...

Billions of Buddhas...

I see one right now.


Deus (Poetry by Rena Kermasha)

00/Apr/01 - Warmth is such a simplicity
Spoiled by crises of identity...

To You At Home (Poetry by Sarah Ellen)

00/Mar/01 - Fear and vulnerability in a letter home.

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