Northern_Lights_2017

76 Our Galaxy Like A Garden Shane Haley I’m sampling simple reality Like an appetizer before a meal What is it that is this Appetizer before the real Our seeds of thought planted With the spade of our words Re-verb through time and As the warrior girds His sword and his sheath The metaphor’s between the teeth Ripping the world from The lightning beneath Him and with nowhere to run And nowhere to hide He slips his metaphors Into his eyes For it is there he knows That the showers that show The lines that make The beauty of the rainbow Well worth the thunder Above the ground And the seeds still under Growing in all this sound We bring up to life What we wish it to be And until we deny this It will become and we will see It can be what we want it to be And this power is ours you and me So what do you wish upon your seeds? A dim light that might fade? Or perhaps a shallow grave? No. . . not these things So why do we seem to only dream Of things that seem to scheme And plot the dreams to mean What we thought would and could never be? Intention is the purity of the water And how much is the bright of light So give abundantly of the purity And create a glorious life!