And my guru sat down beside me.
“Oh, where have you? been," I ask. “We all cry for peace.
We all cry for peace.”
“Stop for a moment and I will dry your tears. I have come to you today . Your bodies are temporary but your spirit and soul lives on. I speak to you now while you are still young and contemplative. Gone is the joy following in my footsteps.”
"What can I/we do?"
“Quiet, calm, peace and love. Quiet calm, peace and love is my tiding.
“It’s 4:44am and I am tired but I can hear you calling. I must say this holiday is almost over but you still linger on. It is early morning. The only present I want is sleep. Pure unadulterated quiet, calm sleep so I can only hear my heartbeat. It beats for thou. My weary eyes are heavy.”
“Let it go. Let it go, for silence is precious and the music in my heart unyielding. You do not dance today, but sing songs of pious joy. Live on even though I suffer seeing your anguish in a weary body. Stewardship should prevail and the toil be yours. The mud you leave on the coffin has seeped into the ground. How many must perish? Joy forsaken. Love lost. Thee land is forsaken peace. Your quest is forsaken. Give me a restful sleep so the doves can fly overhead as the oceans crests to the heartbeat of our mother earth. Do not bury your head in the sand. Cry you must. The music will stop and your feet be bound for tomorrow may become just a dream if you do not take care of mother earth now.”
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