Children are the purist flames of light, giggling into the universe with bright eyes.
They are our hope and our love.
They will teach us more than we will ever know –
The ones who will make new footprints in the sand.
Innocence has been ripped from the suffering heart of human culture – and for what?
History cycles through this world like a season.
Karma and pattern weave our story like a book.
Breath does not belong to me, to you, or to them. One cannot take it –
The breath of a child.
The wonder of the stars.
Our cosmic mother cries tears of stardust today and every day until peace.
We are better than fear.
We are wiser than hate.
But we still have much to learn.