The year 2020.
So many things belong to the sacred number free,
And looking and juggling perhaps the concept of free worlds.
And first that begins with that inner private world sacred to you,
Switching off,
Taking that deep breath within,
Within a sacred temple.
And second the outer world that wraps totally on your path,
From a baby,
A child and an adult at last,
Like the etheric cords shooting out,
Connected from you and to you,
Through life and time,
The journey.
Then the third world,
The biggest illusion of them all,
The thing that you physically welcome,
For earth is home wherever you are.
A year called 2020 that crushed our tunnel vision and blindfully things as a whole,
Raised a loud human voice of the way we live.
So we juggle 2020,
The virus and the right of animals and the land to live and breathe,
For all is breath and we know when the air is not to our liking.
And I myself feeling moved to nurture life and all life,
My carbon footprint empowers me,
That I the sultry human amongst the rushing bustling masses can change owed habits to powerful new ones.
For us humans our hearts still melt at reconnecting to the sight of wild animals and to name but one such as the biggest cat in this world,
Siberian tiger,
Of 11 feet from head to tail.
A stroke of that coat would put our heart on fire or to melt our hearts again at reconnecting to the sight of different lands,
Such as the Amazon rainforest,
The world's richest most varied biological reservoir,
Millions of species and trees,
Many still unknown.
I have felt empowered this year and adjust my own view on life and in life.
I would say more people have written this year,
Have read this year,
More people have been braver,
Have humanly opened up and shared their voices,
Their gifts,
Blessed with creativity,
Be it locally or globally.
Those who have learnt,
Like myself,
New ways to flow with cleaner energy and all this through the aching arms of Mother Earth,
As she gives birth indeed to a new way of doing,
Of being a human being,
Leaning on our decisions.
I could moan like hell at the ruddy mess but the skeleton is out of the cupboard in clear view.
For in a time warped wave we all did choose,
We all queued up to be here right now,
Right here the very mindfulness itself,
Present this beating second,
This beating twenty-twenty.
The pearly gates of heaven on earth indeminish the hell,
Solutions of mankind,
Creativity that is sublime and ours to give the giver and taker,
The balance of yin and yang,
Rings for the universe vibrates this language,
The vibration of coming home.
Two letters of O of M sung by throat makes the sound of the universe om.
Feel that powerful mudra in head,
In voice,
In om,
Om,
Meaning to be at one with self and at one with all.
For the human naked eye sees a blanket sky of stars,
A galaxy we look up to and looks down on us too,
Brings me back to the free worlds,
Your inner,
Your outer and this,
This world of plenty,
Twenty-twenty.
