The Pendulum

 The Pendulum swings

    One way than the other
    it settles in the middle
    at one point or another

Black to White,
Red swings to Blue
I see gray and purple
    pushing through

Color, what is this expression our world shows us,
    in such beauty and splendor?

Waves of different lengths all trying to be seen,
    to express their beauty and true nature

But, what they don't see?
    If they would join together,
    how strong and pure their light will be

White light, bright light, light worker, 
    truth seeker, speak life, speak truth,
    see every color as one Rainbow

A Rainbow...

The upside down arch of the Pendulum
    from one end to the other
How do we turn into one Rainbow,
    to drowned out the noise and love one another?

Apart, we are waves that radiate from source, a myriad of color
How do we find our way through the darkness
How do we find our way back

Back to Source, 

Back to truth,
Back to the light
    Pure, white light, a collection of all colors

Back to each other
Back to the middle way
    When does the Pendulum stop swinging?
Back to Mother earth
Back to our roots, 
    grounding, whole, our ancestors 

To be seen, to be heard and in that, 
    our true authentic self acknowledged 
That is all we truly want, acknowledgement...

One human to another
    hands, head, heart, whole being, bowing to say 
    "I see You, I honor You"
Your purpose is not mine
Your opinion is not mine
But
   

     "I See You"

I want a conversation

     not a world full of one sided opinions and noise.

So much noise, 
    can we break through?
    not drowned it out but push past?
    quiet the storm and see the Rainbow at the end?

When will the Pendulum settle?
    When will the noise stop and the voices become one?

Why do we keep repeating history but pointing back and asking
    How did they ever accept that ?
Where do we go from here?

How do I change the world, when I feel it is too much?
    but if I don't who will?
    Where will we be?

I go Home...

The Pendulum stops
    When we stop...
Stop the noise,
    Listen
Stop the lies,
    Listen
Stop the "busyness",
    Listen

Stop the excuses,

    Listen
Stop the need to be heard and
    Listen, to our own voice
We yell at them to hear us, but do we really hear us?  
Do we care?
What would we think of our own words if we 
    stopped to... 

    Listen?

The Swing, the arch, the noise...

It settles in the middle.
    My upside down Rainbow is a cup, a bowl, an offering
I collect all the noise into one tightly woven bowl, I offer it up and give it back to source.
    I am Free

We come from Source
We will return 
When the Pendulum settles...
White light
bright light
    made from all the colors
We are one

I choose the middle way, 
    I see you, 
    Will you choose to see me?

The Pendulum, the Rainbow
Love, hope, grace, compassion, 
    Change, the Pendulum of existence...

    

     begins and ends with me. 

Namaste,

Cristin