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BEGINNING ECHO



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When we shut our eyes and let it all go
the world we are conscious of ends
and something new begins 
we find ourselves at a beginning
the story doesn't come to an ending
our echo's bend to a new frame of existence
not corruption, war, pollution and resistance
but a new and bright corridor bringing relief
passageways leading us away from our grief
into a new painting made of thoughts and heartbeats
a thrumming and drumming, a new masterpeace

Listen to our newly forming words, they speak our truth
speak of our union with Home and our use
they rumble and quake, they rattle and shake
they bring us to ourselves in a way
speak of things we want, we need to say
listen to your own, listen to others
listen to your sisters and your brothers
celebrate our wondrous connection
live, love and laugh in a new direction
toward and not away from one another
as cousins, as fathers and as mothers
let us sing, let us take our place
this masterpeace is ours to paint

The world won't end, we will begin

Peace & Love

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime
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