Perhaps strivings in the world
have your heart somewhat unjoined,
and not listening to completed joy.
Strivings of wars, poverties, and destructions of nature.
Regarding strife on soils foreign, will there
not be a day when soldiers come home?
Yes, of course, that someday comes...
maybe not in this minute or hour, or before
the next eclipse.
But in that future day,
we will say,
"We have already gotten over it..."
Beloveds, angels dressed in disguise,
Bring that day closer,
just by knowing
from the All in All,
that perfection comes upon the earth,
when our God Triumphant
comes to live with his lovers on earth.
Is it not promised in holy writings,
that the Divinest Leader
comes to our material realm,
and the lion shall lay with the lamb?
We will then be horse whisperers,
all who desire it,
lion-whisperers, able to scratch
their tum tums, without even the knowledge
of pain which pains us in these hours.
Look forword to the time
when we will say
"We have already gotten over it...it's fine now."
And now bring that time to the now,
and say, imagining,
"I have already gotten over it..."
Of course,
There is proper mourning,
and then there is anguish and turmoil.
Allow the mourning necessary, but speed the day
when strife ends
by saying
"I have already healed..."
This way you can better send
roses to the soldiers without the growth being hindered.
Make those bullets into
hot petals of rose-love,
make the arrows
shoot into the sky,
as prayers to God for peace.
Make those tanks
into protection for yourselves,
against worries,
and imagine that a tank surrounds
every soldier, that there is armor to spare,
dropping from the heavens, and that these tanks
replicate themselves, speeding to every one in need.
See, then you can help them,
Vision not just a world at peace,
but every soldier, every fighter, on any side, no matter the religion,
or country,
at peace,
no insomnia, no worries, no threats
which can not be met.
Make the explosions of shrines
simply the noise of a clearing away
so the ground can be built again,
with permanent buildings, eternal,
beautiful to behold.
See within, a soldier saying a kind word
to an opponent, and the opponent,
saying, as a result, "I have gotten over this...",
I can not fight my brother man
any longer.
See swords melting into plowshares,
Now if you can do that,
you can see
all your problems melting into the void, and you will be the
peace on earth, and goodwill toward men...and women, and little ones flying kites.
Be the peace,
be the politician who ends it,
in your visions and dreams.
Kiss someone on the opposing side,
send the kiss,
no matter which side is the opposing side for you.
For their is no opposing side, the opposer is also us,
our body, our soul, our love.
Drink and eat communion with them,
and take in one of their holy ordinances.
Be the loving Mohammed to them, if that is what they need.
Be Allah to them, if that is what they need.
Send them a dream at night,
where Mohammed and Allah makes peace with all.
Send politicians the comfort, that things will be okay
if we stand down, even if it's just a little.
Be Bush's Christ, and send him a message
through your God, that things can be okay,
if we follow a wiser choice.
Be the world's Christ,
and send it peace.
Be the world's Allah,
and send it peace.
Be the world's Buddha,
and send it peace,
and be the peace.
Declare and end to hostilities,
shout it to the mountaintops,
and see that all the world's opponents
have already gotten over it.