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COMMON GROUND
by Selia Qynn 1/13/2003

I dreamed I saw ten thousand disenfranchised souls
Watching us without a breath for they had none to hold.
As we stumbled in the darkness doing what we must,
Though karmic winds may whisper, that they recognize the dust.
That leapt up just because one day God willed that it would be.
And take with us the will to live, And find our destiny.

Isn’t it ironic? And the loss profound.
The best-kept secret seems to be that earth is common ground.

Chaos gives birth to dancing stars and all is bright and brief.
Nestled in denial, we try to stop the grief
Of being so immortal, yet draw the human breath,
And wrestle with the irony, and die a mortal death.
The veil is drawn before us. The choice is ours to dwell.
On this planet spinning somewhere between Paradise and Hell.

Isn’t it ironic? And the loss profound.
The best-kept secret seems to be that earth is common ground.

And all the stars are spinning, as they whirl in cosmic time
Chaos creates the order, in a comedy divine.
How did we miss the best part - the beauty of the trust?
Will we notice when we wake again as cosmic dust?
And whirl amid the firmament and once again touch down
And recall the love that made us and find our common ground.

Isn’t it ironic? And the loss profound.
The best kept secret seems to be that earth is common ground.