Everyone was what they where meant to be. There was a natural harmony to it all. It was as if all the newborns chose the perfect incarnation for them selves with the assistance of a very attuned compassionate wise and daring counsel. There was a beautiful harmony to the unfolding process. We naturally have this latent faculty in us, to create a world, culture(s) and society that can accommodate us all. Our fears, programing and conditioned reflexes have turned into compulsions. The lower levels have turned on the higher levels to dismiss such of an incipient reality as not attainable, as fantasy, whish full thinking, yet it is just as real as the air that sustains us. I fell asleep and I am back here writing of this place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as real as the air that sustains us, good write. I invite you to read my poems and comment.