Ascension? is it real?

Does the caterpillar really turn into the butterfly?
Does change come which ends all psychic pain?
Dreaming of a sunset takes ones mind away from the dusk;
Is that all that we do?
Are we really awakening, or are we still dreaming?
Lofty dreams and errant sunbeans, yet all around us life is unchanged?
How many of us are true leaders, true warriors?
Am i?

The time is surely now, the knowledge surely ours, so who amongst will
pronounce the truth from the mountian tops? Or are we as lost as our flock?

2012. tick. tick. tick.
Civilisation as we know it. Tick. tick. boom?

If only i could truely share what i know. If only our world were given healing, love instead of accepted in its wounded state. Are we all too old? Mystery bless the young.

Radical change, radical revision. Soft platitudes offered as benign in a world of poision. Sleep softly world, maybe the dawn is coming soon. Then, maybe not. In the end, its up to us. I wish that just Love could save the day. But it wont.

Dont snooze through the alarm. May the music come to us, the words possess out tongues and the truth ring in the hilltops. Blessed be