Eliminating Enemies
There was a winding, twisting, trail,
The wind in my face was a gale.
At the top of a deep black hole
i came face to face with my soul.
In a search for the golden gate
i lost any desire to hate.
I found a cosmic consciousness
eliminated loneliness.
I found what everyone needs
but not everyone succeeds;
binding love for all my brothers,
even the pushers and shovers.
If i can love my enemy,
can anyone be mad at me?

Walt Abbott–5-2-2009