The ground, frustrated, swallows pillars of truth and the odd liar hoping people will pause and start to inquire. Most don’t, content to lethargy they remain inanimate; the world would have to burn before they wake up and learn.

I’d much rather be autonomous human than an automaton, never will I coast through life not questioning what is going on; free to do whatever I want within reason, but bound to protest if the situation is less than pleasing.

The ground is shining with tears and perspiration for peace and justice.

On the path to knowing myself I harness power, become strong enough to crumble cement under bare feet, I form rocks from pink sand.

So elevated, I can see my reflection in my palms. I have nightmares but also dream of things to come.

A deceptive exterior leads a hummingbird to consider my little finger a hibiscus.

The ground is shining with stars, living dreams and unknown power.

Standing dazed and confused, the circumstances are lethal; the ground is shining with the blood of billions of people.

The ground is shining as oceans fall into the sky, lava consumes the broken surface; life dies.

The ground is shining as moons draw closer to the earth, stars shoot in celebration of rebirth.

The ground is shining with black-gold bursting to the surface, dissolving molten, blending with blood, perspiration and tears; fire reigns.

A second start ends poverty frustration, ends the greed and lust for power and control that killed many; the world bathes in gold and ruby.

The pain of war felt by every nation ceases; no need to look for or rebuild broken pieces.

See the death of the cannibalism of killing our brother; learn to love oneself so we can love one another. Peace and Love

The ground shines forever.