Bora born
Indigo child _
The first of the star children prepared the way
the blenders of an ethnosphere, eden's song
past paradymes of prejudice, shiralee
flower grace within all as beliefs are set free.
No dogmatic pretence of chosen insight
to analyse then paralyse the tricked mind.
By trust they survive, yet forever let down
faced by entitled self-righteousness rewound.
An innate sense they graft from birth, memories
clear, crisp, refresh their centre throughout pressed lives.
By reasons sense not just watchers there they be
The winds of change blown through their minds by age three.
By example they blend with roots of their birth
the watchers close watched ever near never far.
A compassion for life in creations wake
spirit warriors of light for heaven's sake.
Some incarnate celestial talents in play
their cosmic presence announced on the world stage
to push out the barriers their forebears broke down
feet firmly planted straight ahead on the ground.
Yet most plug along with their compass inside
bewildered, confused why few others can see
past wide open doors where spirit leads the way
through the heart gateway with graceful subtle play.
- O -
© apr 2012 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
the blenders of an ethnosphere, eden's song
past paradymes of prejudice, shiralee
flower grace within all as beliefs are set free.
No dogmatic pretence of chosen insight
to analyse then paralyse the tricked mind.
By trust they survive, yet forever let down
faced by entitled self-righteousness rewound.
An innate sense they graft from birth, memories
clear, crisp, refresh their centre throughout pressed lives.
By reasons sense not just watchers there they be
The winds of change blown through their minds by age three.
By example they blend with roots of their birth
the watchers close watched ever near never far.
A compassion for life in creations wake
spirit warriors of light for heaven's sake.
Some incarnate celestial talents in play
their cosmic presence announced on the world stage
to push out the barriers their forebears broke down
feet firmly planted straight ahead on the ground.
Yet most plug along with their compass inside
bewildered, confused why few others can see
past wide open doors where spirit leads the way
through the heart gateway with graceful subtle play.
- O -
© apr 2012 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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Indigo child _
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