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December 2008 
Voice of Choice -- poetry by Moonsong
Robb Moon
Imagine how meaning-less Life would be if we were all forced to follow the same roads, to carry the same loads; to walk in straight lines, fearing the wrath of the Divine; to be good girls and boys, to pick up our toys, to always have poise, and if we're lucky we might earn a pass into some place called Heaven where the Angels sing the good news at 11 and we can finally escape all this noise? And what if I don't get in because of some unforgivable sin as He sits there with a half-grin and says now you have to go back and do it all over again? Hahaha, you lose I win?
Somehow humanity has managed to confuse the Creator with the destroyer, the Seeker with the voyeur, the Allower with the annoyer. Yes, Love and Peace will surely abound as each of us commits to turn this around.
Perhaps we each can get up the nerve to serve the greater whole and play our role in the healing of humanity and regain our sanity as we let go once and for all this selfish vanity! Pardon me sir sitting in your easy chair with your slicked back hair, blank stare, eating your burger cooked rare, please tell me about what exactly do you most care? Hello? Are you awake? There really is a lot here at stake, more than just money to make, sports records to break, secret hands to shake, coals to rake, emotions to fake, bigger fish in the lake, have you any concept at all about the law of give and take?
Pardon me kind sir, would you be willing to open your heart even just a little bit for Heaven's sake? For the only real sin is the belief in separation, living in a state of isolation, building walls between nation and nation, out of fear, judgment and condemnation, so if it's okay with you, how about together we find that elusive remote and change the station?
Or how about this, I have another plan. Let's go out to the garden and learn how this all began. This is the soil where we plant the seed, and this right here is a flower and that over there is a weed. Now if you want to grow tomatoes then don't plant potatoes, or for that matter berries and wheat if your desire is to eat corn or beets. And by the way, in this garden there are no recliner seats and we don't grow meats or dog biscuit treats. Basically, we consider gardens to be one of the Creator's greatest feats. The sad part is, there used to be many more gardens but now they're all garden condos, strip malls and paved streets.
Mister, do you see that the Earth is dying from all this mining, the children are crying, the president is lying, our brains are frying, and we've become crazed consumers consumed with selling and buying out of frustration in our lack of creation, devastation and deforestation? It's a complete abomination and without revitalization and participation there can be no real elation. All this prime-time crime sure wont stop on a dime if the dollar keeps inflating, the neighbors keep debating and hating and rating each move we make! How much more of this are we gonna take????
(Loooong Deeeeep Breath)
Now imagine how meaning-full Life can be when we choose to create in a heart-felt state, waking each morning with a clean slate, thankful for the food on our plate. Loving our sister and brother, nurturing ourSelf as we nurture another, honoring the SkyFather and EarthMother. Forever remaining the DivineChild, like a babe in the wild, having compassion for the beguiled and defiled, knowing that they too once smiled....and will smile once more as we each accept and share the deepest Love in our core, excited to experience what the Creator has in store. We don't even have to knock....it's open! So reach out, join hands and together let's walk through the door....
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