A Different Kind Of Progress

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For so long we were taught that progress had to come with so much killing.
Always so much death associated with progress.
We were lost in time.
The times full of so much pain and death.
Lost was the idea that your soul could make everything so right.
That’s what was born in souls….love and peace.
Nothing….feelings.
Ideas sparking dreams and will to carry them out.
Sight with empathy for us to see our world.
Sparking a future for us and our children.
Lost is the belief that we could have everything without taking anything.
After all what we seek in the physical is to satisfy our want.
Want is a feeling.
A feeling that in my opinion has not really been explored.
Lost was the power to feel and heal so much so quickly.
To make everything right in a way of the soul.
To take the world from a place of killing, pain and fear to a place without any of that.
That cynicism of a harsh reality blocked our way…..
A paradise that’s almost beyond imagination is so close.
All we need to do is believe in our souls once again.
We have to believe we can build paradise better when our hands are connected to our souls.

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