Songs from a

Quest to Peace
Volume 9

Copyright 2014 by Kings of Peace, written by Goss Lindsey

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Contents
Gaia - held me ................................................................................................................... 3
escaping the master .......................................................................................................... 4
dreaming life ...................................................................................................................... 6
the road of many .............................................................................................................. 7
hidden knowledge............................................................................................................. 9
tending .............................................................................................................................. 10
Earth ................................................................................................................................. 11
gentler things ................................................................................................................... 13
building ............................................................................................................................. 15
my children ...................................................................................................................... 17
shine on beautiful child ................................................................................................. 19
love's blockade ................................................................................................................ 20

Gaia - held me
bodies springing
born from mud, oceans, and trees
returning always unto the creases in her
welcoming arms
blessed have I traveled far
for so long walked upon you
danced with you
how I will remember you always
mother Gaia even sweeter than Venus in my dreams
drumming my footsteps in your soft night
like a wild buffalo roaming your plains
seeing the stars and wild driving lights
none hold like you
my heart has torn too many times
of what has been done to you and your children
though I can still hear you laugh at me like your little boy
as if you could not purge to cleanse anytime
this is my sweet song
dreaming into your breast
mother of all life here with me
I knew I was not of you
but built from your body I have shared
enough to call you Mother
aye this childlike warm Taurus bull
let me lie upon you one more time
it will never be forgotten
how you have held me

escaping the master

of masters and leaders
most know not the difference
cowering on the mountain ledges
encased in small closed dwellings
no they could not see the sun
but only by faith could believe in it
no they could not see the dark things below
but only by faith could believe in it
most sit scared without even knowing they are afraid
following the world from which they partake
few have shaken the walls of their cave
beginning to life's opening to peace
the doorway though fear is that to peace
for it leaves us bare of what we are not
how willing would we be
to seek it
the master of our own mind seeks
not to be led but to be told
what lands we may walk
what we may eat
who we may marry
and what mountains we may buy
it bows to the more powerful
and rules over life it sees inferior
we seek the leader within and without
who would enslave nothing
but joyously sing with us upon
the quest through the once the cold walls
unto the mountain
may peace be our guide
someday we may speak of things
today we know not of
for now may peace

be our gauge
and fear be
our opening
no longer do we care what the neighbors say
nor judge our own hearts from the program
of the master within
for it is that very master
we are escaping
and accept not our right or place
to judge
no we see with eyes beyond these
opened by the door of peace
only fear once held us
no longer do we shiver alone
Amen

dreaming life
words pounded
from the breast of creation itself
before even
voice makes sounds
or fingers scrape letters
words etched from nothing
into what we call form
no they were a dream
then a thought
the form always trails
in the mind of all potential
all has occurred
will occur, and occurs forever
let us take this small seat in the theater
and watch this show
how did the dream become us
the maddened attempt to be and forget
and when the shell is lifted
what a strange and different
land we see
fully aware we do not know anymore
what we are capable of
or what rests within the possibility
of an aspect of God
in peace let us smile again
stillness and safety always in You
and may we always remember
our home as we dream

the road of many

we have walked the roads
laid before our feet
and with many have we traveled
we have sought the dreams
on billboards and promises
for many miles we have walked
yet around so many
how we felt alone
and when our legs were failing
how frightened did we rest
one thing we all have known
is the coldest loneliest ditch
in which we have fallen
looking up while in pain
crying out in our anger
we have all known
the rising again
dreaming again to reach
the next dream along
the road of many
how many times
how many times
will we get back up
how many times
would we be shattered again
by the hard pavement
of these roads
one day would we stumble
not upon the path of many
but into the woods
one day would we walk
into our own dream
our own steps

now followed
still may we walk the road of many
yet bound to its path we are not
within the soft streams do we drink
and in the high mountains
do we rest
held by the earth and life itself
no longer the cold lonely road

hidden knowledge
books and movies
speaking of what and how
a grail, chalice, or piece was missing
from what was handed down
speaking of what we lost
needs no book
for it breathes through and around us
and is walked upon in all places
yes they gave us words of the Father
in different degrees of correct interpretation
but even these formed into beliefs
meant once to be a premise for seeking
yes they hid the words from our Mother
the earth itself
and her way is law in this form
all we steal not meant for us
will too be stolen from us
all we hate in our very minds
will create hate unto us
the Mother is exact and loves us as her own children
she does not punish only has a law
yet arms open wide for our return
if we want to see correctly
through polluted lenses and bodies carried in conflict
our journey will be difficult
here she beckons us
as does the Sun, Light, and Spirit
see them both
what they offer could never be lost
Amen

tending
like a cell tending
to the blood
and an organ tending
to the body
that a body can tend
to the earth
as a bird
would so perfectly
be as it is
and like the smallest atom
would be the earth
both orbiting around
a system greater in size
and on and on
these little eyes look out
in amazement and wonder
for now let me be this body
let me breath this air
and let me sow my life.
I was never left without what I was
teach me and hold me
be with me
and may I sing as best I can
on these steps until
what is next
Amen

Earth
let me be
let me be as I am
as we are
all creatures stemming from the belly
of our mother
as caretakers
not infestations
where true healing is in and of the earth
for our own healing within
comes only from the source that renews
may my hands not falter
may my peace not stumble
to live in an indentured world
where all is owed not to the earth
but to man
when the towers crumble
She will still be smiling
and would the few that could remember
of where they were from
feet planted firmly
not to be undone
free does the bird fly
for it is a bird
free does the singer sing
for it too is a bird
the last days were the first and
the first were the last
loops could not be ended for
they could not begin

but seeing a loop as other than

what it is
rests a dream of what is not
time can be misunderstood
purpose can be misunderstood
our very soul can be shrouded
if we seek where it rests not
true Freedom speaks to the only thing
that cannot be imprisoned
consciousness
once this is remembered may we return to sing
in the crazy loop of a crazy dream
soon my friend
soon my brother
now
alternative would be the dream of peace
when fear grasps the throats of men
who are afraid to lose
what they believe they can hold
our two natures combine
holding hands
we push on here
and carry the stone as best we can
but not to lose sight of what
rests inside
past time
beyond the world
all worlds
all things
all kinds of life
and all that is not forever
peace be with us
Amen

gentler things
masked with wolves teeth
and bearded gruff we sit
tie and coat shiny
even red for what we call authority
masked with amulets of identity holding power
of what we perceive
we move into this place
where one could still believe
it could be given
deep in the woods
deep in the cities
we still see the eyes
of those dressed in the clothes of man
yet would harm us not
for bread and a roof we have traded
as the game would make us do
gladly we trade
and fed are our children for today
gentler things lie inside too many
that would harm no creature
and steal from no other
but would give
that which most would call
their life
take us to the eyes we seek
for we seek our own and they are many
whispering in-between barks and growls
we can be heard if you listen
we would harm you not.
so many have survived in the forest
as the forest demanded
and still the body yells to be fed
no judgment
of what it is
for to have life in the way we know

is always
to take another
let me bow
sweet and soft for only one moment
in-between packs of my own kind
ripping flesh for what they do not know
let me ask
another day of beauty where the sun rises
and i run along the gentle plains
of the soft snow and sunlight
the wolf now following not afraid anymore
let me sing
Amen
to the gentle ones.

building
lego upon lego
the child would call it a castle
cell upon cell
until we see that of a body
atom and atom until
the element
and planet circling the sun
unto a solar system.
as far as we may see
as small as we may see
all things of form
combine, dancing
and leave again
only to rejoin new buildings
in the end
as in the beginning
nothing was gained
nor could be lost
only time beyond time can seen
in what we call the beginning
and the end
only eyes beyond eyes
can we wonder
at the incomprehensible vastness of buildings
consciousness may create
our small lives so beautiful
dancing under, above, and beside
may we remember
when the buildings become so vast
our thoughts are covered
as is our vision
even through the earth does It come
the remembrance of that
which breathes life
beyond words

may we listen
may we smile at the greatest gift of all
life blessed
past the buildings
and in-between time
we stand with the One
from which gave us all we ever needed
nothing could be lost
nothing could be gained
fully loving and whole
may we smile through and through
Amen

my children
one day my body will be gone
this would be fact
this poem is to my children
as my father left when I was too young to understand
his last words in my head were "i love you"
but I really could not make them out
this poem is to a five and seven year old
I see being conditioned by a society
so they can learn to fit in and think
like we all were once taught
my father passed and I missed his story
I have always vowed you will know mine if you want
though now you would not understand
his did not sit on pages
let mine rest for you today
so tomorrow you can smile at the words of the man you knew
as your papa
little ones,
this is to you and I am looking in your eyes as I write
though no one who has ever loved a child would be forgotten
in these small words
little ones,
no matter how much I loved you that could not be enough
for it is you who must shine on someday on your own
shine on my children
do not let the cold corners and bookends trap you for too long
do not believe killing and war is just
nor believe those in power care more than they do
see the eyes behind the eyes unto truth
you and I and all little ones
share the same Father
I care about you and can only leave you this
I can only leave you these words
so badly do I hope someday we can sit and read these words together

but we may not and so I write this

the quest to peace is your heart exploding
it is the tears of happiness that you would be free and alive
that no one could ever take
if you seek it someday I will not leave you ever
it would only take a small twist of vision
from the eyes of the world
now the night is late and even your papa gets tired
but know how I hold you in my heart
even when I know you are you as I am I
and I see no difference in your eyes than mine
other than a few long years
let us laugh
and join again
in this quest to life
your papa

shine on beautiful child

we disperse from the center
into the angles of the worlds
the tangents, the merging, and the game of life
some have been gone for so long
the center is all but forgotten
the quiet place
that has no place other than the remembrance
the whirlwinds of my dreams
the storms of my emotions
both beat me and carry me
let me return
if the ticking days counting down
to the end are what we fear
we have only forgotten
where the center is
may we return again unto peace
stillness and that home
where we are loved and love
freely
knowing not the count of days or dollars
it cares not for these things
the center only smiles immune to all factors
shine beautiful child shine on
and what would i give
and what would we give
fearless and unafraid for it is not our place to judge
our worth
for that is of the light from which we are driven
standing beyond judgment
It who calls for us to shine
only what it would have us give
all we are
all we have ever known
in the center when the world was tired and afraid
shine beautiful child, shine on

love's blockade
love has already arrived
unlike the eyes
light is needed not
for it stands at the door to meet
our own heart always
love gives
for it cannot but give
it does not need to travel
as everywhere it stands
and forever it lasted and will last
what then would be its block
for anything of this magnitude
could have no fear of an enemy
love wars not with darkness
peace hides not from mistruth
let us look at the block to that which
melts us into peace and love
for love cannot be taught
however the bindings to its opening can be pointed
into form let us travel
let me zip up this human suit and plug in these eyes
there now let us look
the greatest fear I always believed that you were deep down
my enemy in the dark of night
separate and different
stalking me in the woods waiting to take
my possessions and my very life
to drain it onto the leaves
this is a horrid tale I do not know how many
can find in the depths of their plug in brain
but the real obstacle to peace was when
my fear of my brother
was seen as it was
.

I was the killer just the same as he

I was justified in my thinking only because I knew
of his guilt, and mine too
thus the human trap continues
the trap of body and pain
stopping freedom's flight
most of all blocking the entrance of
love
it would only require a mirror
and the willingness to see and forgive
Amen