Ignorance

There's a revolution

inside of me

that's not afraid

of the wind;

there's a strong beat

inside of me

that challenges

hurricanes;

and I banter

looking for pieces

of clay

among snowdrifts,

trying to build a world

out of earth;

for we dwell

in the mud

of our own ignorance,

constantly reaching

for a vine,

a rope,

a hand

to save ourselves

and suddenly

we realize

this mud,

this clay

is our home,

our skin

and only by setting root

in this deep river of doubt

can we produce from pain

the strength to create

a world of beauty;

only through this

can we live...

with the conviction

to lift out of ignorance

our own beings

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster

A call to action

We rise,

dawn illuminating

our chosen path;

we walk

on golden sand,

emerging with

a beautiful spirit

and joyful song;

let our voices serve

as a beacon of hope

for humanity;

let our spirit become

the marrow in your bones,

let us become

the music in your veins

as we resound

with the rhythms of peace

as it flows through our blood,

giving us

freedom from suffering,

allowing happiness

to become

the power

that unites us,

and as we walk

this chosen path

we leave behind

the footprints of obstacles,

advancing

toward the sacred goal

of everlasting peace

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster