One drop in the ocean marks the waves of our existence from the underworld in which we emerged
Dancing together with others who threaten our peace in divisive language and laws that limit.
As we rise above the noise of the cult we call capitalism scapegoats to the poor lining pockets well coated.
Baffled at the common thread that eludes our ego possessions forcing a line in the sand manipulated by an evil meant to confuse.
Housing us together to imagine a shoe not fit for pounding the pavement in a conditioning that call discomfort towards contempt.
The tipping point pushing us all to live, work and breathe the values inspired in us by the source spirit of love behind the veil