Who are the brilliant fools of our insidious decay?
They breathe fire into the belly of the brother:
The bugs that devour us.
The wars that divide.
The suppression of the Mother
while grasping for the green.
Be not as a prisoner broken in the dark.
Peer through the steaming window of the liquid universe
and wake up to the sacred voice that sails through the morning sky.
We were born to savour this delicious universe.
Look around you and
embrace the lingering picture of peace:
The healing flower.
The brotherhood of man.
An undulating stream.
Division of the green.
And thus create a new paradise.