Pandora, with your box clutched to your chest,
finding strength through only one saving gift of” hope.”
Little lady still frowns day in day out without a scrape of love.
There you stand before me now crying out as you search all about,
With the lid shut tight so that last blessing isn’t let out.
“No don’t let it out”, you yell to all “It’s the only thing now available”
Humanity still you have hope, say all the wise ones of your codes.
But still Pandora weeps eternally.
Looking throughout this world, trying to find someone else
To take the blame of this crime that she has had to carry alone continually.
Shame that, such a shame that.
For all women over time continued to hold to that story from long ago.
Forever repeating the same actions of clutching to their chests that fixed close box.
Keeping hope inside. Their hearts still fear that this life is just a living hell.
For all women are alike pleading and trying to love their male counterparts.
Repeating pleading are we, for some sanity, for some clarity.
Listen now to a secret I will give to you, as a gift one that isn’t a trick.
Yes all those blessings escaped, love, joy, peace, and grace
With freedom too, out into this crazy world, this place.
Out here for you all to find amongst all living kind,
Not just the things that breathe and think like you
But all forms of life have these gifts,
Just waiting to be found for the benefit of your kind.
So search and find, search and find.
What Pandora found ( part Two)
See the rainbow fair, singing the healing songs
From long lost past times, echoing down through time.
So sublime, they ring with colour of each note, your being.
The Charkas circle all through your body
with healing vibrations of musical notations.
Healing all, seeing all, just waiting there for you all
To tune into these vibrations, of colours and sounds.
Yes I know you are pulling away fearing the new age.
But really, it is all within your minds.
We are the creators of our own demise.
For we are the designers of each religious code,
And this is what we all must know.
So that special tree, still grows and still bares fruit
Of science and intelligence, so some say, helping us to reach the stars.
Waiting for you all to feast upon the knowledge there.
The apple tree still is there waiting for you have your share.
Pity it was said to belong to sin, shame and death.
To just be evil intent, and that Snake in disguise as the devil
With horns, upon his head; dancing on poor Adams grave.
Who do you think that snake was? Do you really wish to know?
What if we say it was our Mother’s heart allowing us to grow?
Free as we should be on this Earth of all life, in balance with her plan.
Without the evil nor the terror of the of endless night.
Sad that, evil was seen as the designer of our lives.
And not love of a motherly heart a being of the natural web.
Which idea would you rather have, I now do ask?
Women in the Western world have always been blamed
For all the woes, that caused all the wars and distress.
Because it is you who carry the intelligent gene,
That special “X", shared by both woman and man alike.
That ability to sit and listen to my special voice,
The soft words spoken to the wind, yes that feminine,
The Mother of all, the carrier and provider of life.
With her origins in the dark, were fear all began.
Unfortunate that unfortunate that as darkness began it all.
Fear, is the lowest emotion of survival and it still sings,
there within all mankind even after all this time.
Now let this understanding be replaced by love, once again
Not guilt, for guilt doesn't bring any gift that the Mother knows.
For neither victim nor wrong doer find pleasure in the end.
So if we teach our young to love instead of being told not to sin
Don’t you think that this life would have a better ring?
