What occurs on the world stage among its players
Has to happen according to someone’s belief.
Destined to be historic, this random moment
Has heroes among demons, as any event.
Everyone is disheartened and stricken with grief.
People feel much compassion and offer their prayers.
I create my reality. What does that mean?
The subject of the holocaust I could consume
‘Til I’ve had my fill of it. Then what would be next?
…Climate change, and the woes of the truly perplexed?
I’d be caught in the real fear of impending doom.
Must my sense of what’s happening be all that keen?
How can I tell the story of what I’m living
And be satisfied with all the others there are?
Is it not for the asking? What I’m offering
In the way of vibration is the only thing
That can tell it the absolute truest by far.
We are capable of loving and for giving.
Answers to many questions already exist.
Managed by universal laws, they are sorted
And arranged by importance. Dogs risk getting bugs
In their eyes for the same reason that they get hugs.
No way on God’s green earth is my life force thwarted.
Temptations into turmoil I need to resist.