Truth Rides Tall

In a Western White House without any walls
it’s there in a moment, a new way to see
homeland governance not on TV
by the people, we the who
now the where and here’s what we do.
A kitchen cabinet at a round table
in the light, not behind a veil
no shadows, no secrets in our ship of state
open meetings with no hate
not based on fear or lack of need
but earth stewards in a world
where turtles are first
honored equally are frogs and slime
right through prime time
old and young each a part
of flying the whole, not apart
of being the whole, not apart
no shadows, no secrets, just an open wall
in a western white house, where truth rides tall.
In a western white house without any walls
we’ll gather together and figure a way
how to grow trees without shrub in the way
sustained for millennium
no war or greed, no fear or trepidation
to keep us in line
but righteous actions
as we walk our talk
and know within just where we’re at
on a western shore with an eastern grin
of knowing self with an inner grin.
Meeting in the open to reclaim our land
taken by shadows, by slight of hand
restored in beauty from peace within
lights up a window in each mind within
and so it goes, each one just knows
from knowing self and the inner grin
by honoring each and all living things
we honor our selves and what we bring
each to its own – inside a ring
of inner knowing, it’s a wholistic thing.
© Copyright Theresa Marie Gandhi 12-25-05