The only weapon the overlords of
the prison planet lack is this quick love-
lance piercing the illusory fear-veil
symptoms which drag us to a crossroads, shove
us to choose pell-mell before our grounding.
Breath is still free in the alarms sounding.
I’m stepping breezy in heart-swell rising.
The old corrupt systems collapse. Founding
the new earth, each person steps into love.
It’s simple, creative juices kind of
dissolve the chains–abandon beliefs bared–
inspiring light is streaming from above.
Featured image is a 400+ year old oak tree we call The Kile Oak, which continuously gifts us the message to choose love.