WALK YOUR TALK!
Action gives meaning to your imagination. The liars in power kept your ideas in a boudoir, Leaving to you some breadcrumbs from their table. This is their aim, letting you powerless You are stunned, disoriented by violence and shouts, you are afraid to live homeless And you create your personal and family space In the outskirts of the City. While your words like David’s stones, Are coming to life on you computer screen, Your children see all those looting your values, And the resources, your Mother gave you, Displaying their abuse with a smile, On their media screens, without shame.
Then walk your talk, change your paradigm or die They will soon divide us to keep their booty. Now come and create a Noah's Ark new bubble with us, Anybody who chooses to trust the change And open one’s bubble, is welcome, Our vulnerability is our strength, together. We, each of us, have to choose Between dying or growing.
Didn’t you hear the awakening bell in this new Spring ? Do you really think that covering your ears protects you, While the sound surging from the ground Is shaking your whole body.
It is time to leave those fake powers And choose life all together. They perverted The true heart language, Your very true feelings, to slow down our awakening, but now bells are ringing, their lies are exposed.
We are the People in the outskirts of your City. Your glass beads don’t shine anymore, Your fake food doesn’t feed us anymore, Nor your false promises. Now it is up to us to choose between death or transcendence.
Walk your talk ! Not choosing is choosing death and fake values. Do you really want to choose that ? WHO are you ? Please claim your divinity and break the golden calf. NOW walk your talk! Don't wait for the last rooster crow! Remember, very soon, they will try to divide us To preserve their fake world. Your body is shaking now with the Earth and all life forms, Don’t just cover your ears to stick to your dead world.
Now the fire is snoring out of the walls Of the cultural kitchen Where they contained us. The flames were easy to stop, But they were so arrogant, Focused on their fake power, They did not notice, nor their AI. Now the fires are unstoppable, But they keep on pretending They could do something So that we focus on their Ever-new promises.
My friend, change your clothes You still stink of old traumas, They did to us yesteryear, Throw away your worn out stuff Join us and WALK YOUR TALK NOW!
Remerciements
I want to thank you, Simran, for your daily work, your support and your talent to reunite so many talents on Spiritual Tree. This publication is an adventure, we shall see in our hindsight as an important seed of this collective change. This text comes in synchronicity with the Spiritual Weekly Prompt :





