Who could ever prefer this insanity
Over the bright reality of sane love?
We don't even know who we are any longer
Lost amongst our money, possessions, fears.

In the still moment
The madness is made manifest
As the greatest illusion we've ever created.

Be still
Listen closely
See Truth
Feel Love

There is no existence apart from this.

This world is a battlefield
And we are our own enemies
Striving for more of everything
Hoarding what we have
Attack upon attack
As our souls wail within.

Lay down your weapons
Fly a flag of truce
Be Truth
Be Love

There is no war in such a place.
Nor madness in our lives.

Be Truth
Be Love
That is the Reality.

D. Bartash
© 3/5/97