Chaos

Chaos, the creator or creation
Silence, the protector or protection
The tune, the cure and the keys
As colors mask abundant frequencies
The empty spoon reflects realities
The tears the wisdom of the heart
The rain will wash, the thunder pound
Every false belief, into the worlds ground And may it blend the finest soils to grow
The mind forgets but all the hearts know
Our animals roared and now they starve Ignorance is growing among the stars
The flowers dance and they speak
Trees our wisdom above to below the feet
Our skies the lost compass to our trails
The one where the Earth heals our fails
The one that's pouring down uncertainty
Flushing the flesh, purging the wounds
The world that is not just you or me
The world that defends its future seeds
-Jill Renée Goguen ©️ 2021