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In the Wind
lightness of being
this is your last breath
what is there to hold back
the attraction to falling
inhale
deep as you can dive
close your eyes tight
twenty seconds is enough
time
consider options
no distractions
go on go on
give in to lachrymose beckonings
succumb
it’s a dirty old village
perpetual tears and moaning thrive there
look over the edge
listen
symphony of the abyss exists
exhale
but don’t go
you don’t have to go
it’s only today you’re on hands and knees
from your belly
survival summons
between your core and the earth below
soft winds of possibility whisper
last night
did you see the seven planets
effulgent angels dancing
can you feel the touch
the kiss of this new morning
hope and promise in your sky~
And So
for now nothing but the rain
in the aftermath of solstice
subtle rivers flow on
slipping into depths unseen
stars hover in the cosmos
guardians or voyeurs
too distant to discern
moon lingers into dawn
quiet light
reflects in your eyes
what thoughts have you today
what troubles what joys
what promises do you make
to no one in case you don’t
follow through
praise the winter moth
there amid a strand of old man’s beard
and cedar bark from the forest floor
hope fluttering in its wings~
Dark As Anyone
tension clouds in the air today
tension everywhere and every way
walking around eyes to the ground
suspicion grinds it’ll take you down
sometimes I don’t want what it is I see
so much cracked fragmented humanity
Tom Waits says a song is like a prayer
a letter sent to somebody way out there
scribble me one I promise I’ll read
somebody willing to plant a good seed
I lean in close to the sound I hear
find hope in thin slivers of possibility🪶
Hope In An Age of Greed, Inequities, Starvation, and War
sometimes I leave my radio on
all night, allowing the flow
uncensored to enter, knowing
I will intake even the unsavoury—
opinions offered by those whose voices
to whom while awake
I would not wish to lend my ear
reports of horrors unfolding in places
to people I have no chance of saving
Probably this habit is unwise
oblivion and obfuscation are soothers
I might benefit from if only
I could learn to turn off that weak
aspect I cannot seem to reach
My hands will not allow my fingers
to unfold, to turn off the knowing dial
My empathy my horror my sorrow
outrage—-futile as it feels
still that I do feel, is confirmation
enough that I am still human
In the small sphere of this space that
is my privilege to occupy
I seek to be, to strive for better
some small nick of refuge in the chaos
I forage for balance amid cruelty
tune my ears to professors of peace
I stumble into the forest to commune
with the ragged beauty of nature
drink her sacred nectar to sustain me
I travel toward the rhythm of the drum
at the heart of true humanity
and I trust there is some distant day
wherein a pause will occur
a purifying rainfall
a deliverance of calm
a comprehensive gnosis
received in all languages
And then a universal agreement
declaring all lives of intrinsic value
conflict quieted for eternity
Hope dances with Possibility
the hopeful are tireless in our quest🪶
Song of the World
I woke to the sound of singing
voices of the world
some are joyful
some in pain
experience, innocence
young, elders, boys and girls
I heard the songs of great lamenting
for hunger, cruelty, and shame
I heard the whispers of remembrance
and hope that still remains
Bare Windows
I look out upon the landscape
broken hearts lay everywhere
no covers on these windows
no shades no shelter from harsh mouthed mothers of opinion
no words of wisdom or compassion too few hands to care
but I hear night stars still tell wonder stories
and if we listen they will shine our fears away
when we feel lost or sad or lonely
when we’re tossed into chaos winds of if only
silent stars are rising up to guide the way
One of These Days
One of these days
you’ll see you’ll see
Civility will
return
It will be cool again
to smile
to say hello
welcome you stranger
One of these days
you’ll see you’ll see
Love will
prevail
It will be cool again
to reach
to say alright
take my hand
One of these days
you’ll see you’ll see
Humility will
rise
It will be cool again
to surrender
to say everything
with open minds
One of these days
you’ll see you’ll see
Honesty will
dominate
It will be cool again
to aspire
to say quality
reflects the light
One of these days
you’ll see you’ll see
Possibility will
multiply
It will be cool again
to imagine
to say knowledge
belongs to everyone
One of these days
you’ll see you’ll see
Greatness will
elevate
It will be cool again
to understand
to say yes
everyone here belongs
Carry
In that moment you have a choice
There’s always a choice.
Someone free said that once.
Afterward.
In that moment when you’re convinced
you’ve heard the crack of bone
your leaking heart losing faith
dissonant grace
felt it, felt yourself
F
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You know with certainty something has broken
What comes next?
Even if you don’t know yet if there’s anything there
worth groping for, worth saving—
Can you hear the music through the roar and rumble
Can you still hum some favourite tune
a few bars to hold onto
some sorrowful blues maybe
some cowboy gush of lonely bravado
some whimsical ditty
to carry you through?
Future
So much anger in the world
So much hatred
So much kill
Be we quiet madding voices
Be we peaceful
Be we still
Live, honour life
Love, our will.