Never Kill a Honey Bee   

Never kill a honey bee

without them life on this earth would fade away

like fragments of stardust passing through darkness

or thought forms that rise in an instance to be forgotten within moments

or like strangers who could have been lovers but never took the time to notice

or like hearts that once beat but now remain broken

or like tiny grains of sand once mountains destroyed by greedy hands

so often the story of life lost to the ignorance of man

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Always honor the honey bee

with them life on this earth will burst alive

like fragments of stardust that collide to make planets

or thought forms that rise into revolutions within moments

or like strangers who wonder if they could ever be lovers and take the time to notice

or like hearts that continue to dream even after being broken

or like tiny grains of sand once debri raised to mountains by courageous hands  

so often the story of life given by the awareness of man

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To Dust

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To dust

like ash

blowing from open hands

there are some

who raise their children in the sand

against the scars of unwatered land

they stand

looking out

at a lake no longer there

for hours

one could stare

and gaze upon the damage

it’s hard to imagine

the sacrifice made

of a lake

now passed away

drained

to build the city of L.A.

To dust

like ash blowing from open hands

we can not bathe our children in the sand

still the people

they withstand

longing for the water

but she exists their no longer

and the stories

of the rivers they stole

now being told

everywhere In the world

when one source disappears

the grief remains

for all who live

to hold

behold

and may we truly understand

the story of a lake

turned to dust

evaporated

like ash blowing from open hands

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Life

We are alive

in this moment

experiencing the layers of life

overlapping dreams

feelings of defeat

memories of being, birthing, dying

the lonliness

the blissfulness

circling together

together we exist

in the center of it all

in the eye if the divine

memory coursing up our spines

from morning to night

From dusk to dawn

on and on

take a moment to breath

this moment won’t last long

so, take the time

to drop in with life

open your heart

open your eyes

we shine so bright

as bright as the sun

walking stardust

universal awareness

love, hate, lying, forgiveness

Holocaust

utopia

and everything in between

co-creators of this forever dream

now find your backbone

know your soul

don’t trade the earth for glitter and gold

but if you do

come back

remember this truth

we hold the power of rebirth

we hold the power to choose

each one of us contain the ability to diffuse empowering visions

thoughts as high vibrations

artists of sacred manifestation

even despite

the unimaginable suffering in this life

the genetic cleansing

the ancestral forgetting

the unremembering

the pain

Still

Love, connection, wisdom, remembering remain

from the light pod of consciousness we came

And together we can wake

Allowing ourselves and all life to thrive

I am

we are

ALIVE

A Poem By Grandma Stone

Poor little Lizard

dead on the sand

pick him up dear

with a tender hand

out on the desert

we'll dig him a grave

and let the Jashua

over him wave

- Grandma Grace 

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