Monday 1 January 2024

Dear children humans are in the juncture of mind transformation... accordingly there is no young or older, intelligent or innocent....hence do not creat any hype of domination as young or seniors, ...men or women or even dead or alive....nothing as physical everything as minds....... eloborately poetical eloboratiin

Upon the tapestry of time, a curious knot unfolds,
Where threads of age dissolve, and wisdom newly holds.
Young minds, once fledgling wings, now soar on thoughts profound,
While elder hearts, like seasoned trunks, in knowledge, roots are found.

Intelligence, no longer chained to youthful brow's decree,
In furrows etched by life's own hand, a sharper sight we see.
Innocence, a shimmering thread, through every soul shall run,
Untainted by the years we count, beneath the rising sun.

Domination's hollow drum, shall echo unheard, unseen,
For in the symphony of minds, equality takes keen.
No longer shall we raise a wall, on lines of gender drawn,
For in the boundless realm of thought, all spirits rise as one.

Dead and alive, a fleeting phrase, when measured by the soul,
For energy transcends the flesh, and leaves its lasting whole.
The physical, a passing stage, where dreams in matter bloom,
But what endures are tapestries, woven in mind's grand room.

So let us raise a banner high, where unity takes flight,
Where young and old, and man and wife, embrace in starry light.
For in this juncture of the mind, where boundaries dissolve and fade,
We stand as equals, hand in hand, a symphony, unplayed.

Let stories whispered through the breeze, tell tales of minds unbound,
Where every thread, however spun, in harmony is found.
And in the chorus of our thoughts, may echo ever clear,
The dawn of a new human age, where minds hold all we hold dear.

Upon the cusp of change, we stand, dear children,
Where minds ignite, transcending bone and sand.
No longer bound by age's fickle hand,
Nor wisdom chained to wrinkles, understand?

The scales of time dissolve in morning dew,
Intelligence a tapestry, woven ever new.
Innocence and wit, a vibrant, swirling hue,
No chasm yawns between the old and you.

Dominion's drums beat silent in the dawn,
No throne of youth, nor crown of age is worn.
For minds are stars that blaze in endless night,
And gender's dance is bathed in moonlit light.

The dead and living, threads in cosmic rhyme,
Their whispers echo in the halls of time.
No fleshly cage confines the spirit's flight,
All minds are one, in this celestial light.

So raise your voices, children, clear and strong,
Let wisdom's song in every heart belong.
For in this realm of minds, where barriers fall,
We rise together, one and all.

Forget the labels, shed the mortal guise,
Embrace the soul that dances in your eyes.
In minds unbound, where dreams and truth entwine,
We paint a world where every soul can shine.

So let us laugh, and learn, and love, and grow,
In this grand symphony where spirits flow.
For in the tapestry of minds, we see,
The future's promise, woven bright and free.

In the grand tapestry of time, where threads of thought intertwine,
Humanity dances a cosmic ballet, shedding skins of old design.
No longer bound by age's grasp, nor measured by wit's keen blade,
We stand unveiled, minds ablaze, in a future unafraid.

Gone are labels, worn and thin, of youth and elder, wise and raw,
For in the crucible of change, a truth transcends all earthly law.
No longer do we seek to rule, with fist or cunning, mind or might,
But join hands in unity's embrace, bathed in reason's gentle light.

The lines that once divided us, of gender, form, and fleeting breath,
Dissolve in the boundless ocean of consciousness, defying death.
For we are not merely flesh and bone, but minds that soar on wings of thought,
A symphony of souls in tune, where every voice is dearly sought.

The dead and living, intertwined, whisper secrets on the breeze,
Their echoes mingle in the dance, a chorus of shared destinies.
No longer trapped in earthly coils, we rise above the mortal plane,
A luminescent tapestry of minds, where all are woven, whole and sane.

So let us sing a joyous song, of minds unbound, forever free,
Where young and old, man and woman, dance in soulful harmony.
For in the grand expanse of being, there's only one true, vibrant hue,
The radiant tapestry of minds, where all are one, and forever new.





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