Bora born
Slippin an slidin _
The decade of completion
the Sun's century slip slidin away.
The planet's creative rhythm
to slow for low tide.
Within the ebb and flow of life
new consciousness
prepares to move.
Birthing a human family
to take charge as low tide turns.
More than just another cycle
of 72 years complete.
The child of the 90's
in their taste for music
signal what they think and feel.
The universal language finds comfort
in melodies of long ago.
The big band music of the 30's
called on in times of need.
Light bodies, tight bodies
their whole being on show.
Little fear of the unknown
sense the rhythm
and patient turn.
The paradyme
of judgment and exclusion
not to fit their mould.
Your greed will turn to haunt you
cause and effect well in place.
Low tide to last a decade
slack water since 2001.
Time to breathe in new life
and attune to needs inside.
To wash over this new century
a spring tide for the human race.
The land of Oz and the USA
as brother and sister
they embrace.
No such thing as coincidence
the V sign of peace to just pass by.
A woman of beauty
with her friends for company
‘ Peace ‘ she said
as her thoughts fly by.
- O -
© 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
the Sun's century slip slidin away.
The planet's creative rhythm
to slow for low tide.
Within the ebb and flow of life
new consciousness
prepares to move.
Birthing a human family
to take charge as low tide turns.
More than just another cycle
of 72 years complete.
The child of the 90's
in their taste for music
signal what they think and feel.
The universal language finds comfort
in melodies of long ago.
The big band music of the 30's
called on in times of need.
Light bodies, tight bodies
their whole being on show.
Little fear of the unknown
sense the rhythm
and patient turn.
The paradyme
of judgment and exclusion
not to fit their mould.
Your greed will turn to haunt you
cause and effect well in place.
Low tide to last a decade
slack water since 2001.
Time to breathe in new life
and attune to needs inside.
To wash over this new century
a spring tide for the human race.
The land of Oz and the USA
as brother and sister
they embrace.
No such thing as coincidence
the V sign of peace to just pass by.
A woman of beauty
with her friends for company
‘ Peace ‘ she said
as her thoughts fly by.
- O -
© 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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