I dare not speak of what tears open my heart.
When the heart rips, it bleeds ~ and now...
our Mother Earth's heart sheds too much for my own to spill.
I would not have the reserves to imbibe even what is shed.
For all reserve is lost in the overflow.
Therefore I will my intent.
With my left eye, I stare outward.
From deep within my core, my gaze impregnates the Earth with
Peace from within.
I am nothing without my Mother Earth ~
I would have no recollection.
Furthermore, it makes good sense to be in Peace.
Peace is safe.
tofer

Separation, greed and hate are just a few concepts which rob us of our connection to the Sacred Consciousness for the fulfillment of our temporal desire and the ongoing fate of previous generations.

It is absurd to me that, in this day and age, we would even argue over the fact whether we should see a picture of a dead man to satisfy our own desire.

The matrix we live in, fueled by the mainstream puzzle of media, economic, political, religious and moral institutional thought, is the hidden puppeteer: be careful.

A man that hates always believes himself justified.

There is no hate to anything he believes is good. Therefore, in his hate, he believes he is being just. Do you see the irony here??

When a man justifies his hate with any action, he is satisfying a fate for his next incarnation.

In the killing of another man, it is not the consequence of killing that is emphasized in a following incarnation. Although one might draw the same consequences, the assertion of his hate is the claim that will capture him in his successive lives. 
Do you see the fate of this??

Hate is the destroyer, not the consequences of hate.

I don't find any justification in the killing of one for the slaughter of many.

Call me crazy, but the old saying; "what we don't know can't hurt us". It's wrong! 
The irony is it is killing us. 
Peace, Kris

If Dr. Seuss were here he might tell it to us so.
It’s not the way things occur, but rather how we make them go.
When the outcome to an experience is either good or either bad ~
is dependant upon the accompanying feeling that we had.
Thoughts established in the subconscious over time.
Are connected to our habits kept as deep in our mind.
Especially to the behavior relating control as a reliable power ~
in the ego’s self preservation to stay safe by the hour.
If Dr. Seuss were here I am sure he would say.
All the minutes of the hours that makes up our day.
All the days in a year that offers us the choice.
To begin with joy and to end in rejoice.
Holds an opportunity of discovery and the difference might seem ~
between the ransoms of life and our ability to hold a dream.
The heart is our vehicle and it’s a potential in all of us ~
to uncover the idea that the “I” in us champions our bus.
We drive any outcome that involves our decision,
to dead ending in the present, to gratify the ego’s mission.
I know Dr. Seuss would definitely agree.
By exposing the “I” to the idea of we.
It would be healthier to the mind, the body and soul ~
to align our psyche universally so.
And when we all are one and when we all can agree.
That the oneness of all verses the “I” in me ~
can initiate the blueprint of the human kind ~
by allowing the heart to escort the mind.
Resolution can be easy and by the nature of human persistence.
May well stimulate the mind with an awareness of its existence ~
to shift in consciousness, referring to what might be essential ~
to the human evolution by a virtue of the souls potential.
I know Dr. Seuss would definitely be proud ~
when we all can unite to praise out loud.
We’ve overcome the “I” and have accepted the “we”.
While we remain connected by the continuity ~
of one thought, one mind, one voice and one heart.
We both would agree ~ holding that vision, is one heck of a good start!
Peace my friends and enjoy the journey, Kris

I am originally a poet, a writer of observation and experience. 
I use poetry or prose, some times channeled material - 
words to define the experience that I hope will capture a feeling, the "aha" or the "what is between the lines". Subsequently understanding the moral or the lesson.     
What is conveyed in my writings always has a direct correlation to the experience weather as an observer or as a participant. 
In this case of writing, the observer and participant are one in the same - liberated from each other in a very moment. 
To say any more would render a chapter to a book that is not yet quite finished. 
So to prelude what you are about to read, lets just say, it is good to have good friends! 
I honor my good friends and spirit brother and sister Ted and Brenda Silverhand with this poem.

If you want to truly know God, 
The Grandfather Great Mystery, 
The Creator. 
Everything you seek should be sought by listening and watching.

No-one who has ever learned from some-one can know who or what this mystery is, as it resides only within each and everyone of you. 
Mastery of this mystery is the action of knowing in motion-that which transpires through the process of silence.

The incessant thoughts on your mind while in search of this truth, are affiliated with what you have learned. 
What you have learned is only the noise of some-other-ones experience. 
God is, within all rights, perfect. 
Perfection can only be translated through the action of becoming and not that which results.

Ask the Great Mystery to teach you to let go of the noise. 
Ask the Creator to help you slow down and to listen. Let the voice of your inner spirit guide you- 
This is where you will find the connection to the Grandfather. 
To ask the elders, they will tell you- 
Ask of the Father and he will show you. 
Ho! Peace on your Journey, Kris

Thank you, Kris

So be it then that I might speak, a spirit wind off a mountains peak.

A watch by day and night no sleep, over the earth and all that grows I keep.

Amidst the top of tall wooded trees, a cast of my breath doth shower falling leaves.

Amidst the quaking thunder on a stormy night, by day the sun; I move thru the light.

Over oceans, rivers and lakes I command, in harmony with the moon-to raise water over land.

It is in my nature as an element of any hour, with the elements of my nature to gain in my power.

And move as I race with the force of a gale, driving forth with my elements throwing stones made of hail.

I too am the rocks of old legend and lore that spoke in prophecy of the latter, yet still the coming of more.

Twas I who said "like turtles on the land, strange creatures will come to greet you with trinkets in their hand".

And did as I spoke, this prophetic coming with more, twas followed in shadow by long years of war.

Subject to warring, I am all the years - for every culture's suffering, I too am the tears.

I am in the name that you have used to disguise, your judgement for warring shall be your own demise.

As my valley does fill and explode at the girth, from the tears and the bloodshed that fall on my earth-

I'll come speaking with thunder - throwing fire like rain, to cleanse once again - and reclaim my domain!

Many Blessings..