home (after a poetic line of Rilke)

 

lingering long under a rising moon
with evening here

i stood guard over the solitude of you
and you for me the same

when tests had come to break us
when doubt had dived us deep
spinning us with utter nonsense

when the hearts of inner suns
seemed blackened and snuffed
and salt tears of souls poured

even then, universes turned and turned
rushing headlong before us

a scattering of doves
announcing faith

that you and i would
truly listen to one another

would converse
in a common language

fixed to silence so dear
to peacefulness

at home in solitudes
standing guard

first arizona rain

leaning from apartment rail
out from dry haven of a slant roof run
my fingers palms cups overflow full

and i imagine
tiny fractal mouths all
in a pine tree nearest me

bundles of green frond tips
opening to first arizona rain

later, at my returning
the afternoon sun appears
shadowed in a cloud break

every water slick
green of pine
casts ornamental silver

and one hummingbird
dodging drops
edges my head

all wonderments these
gracing a new summer’s day

To Action

Let this be spark to collective action!
To the exercise of natural freedoms and equality.

Sever attachments, break from safety,
from the shore of who you think you are!

Set sail with soul song,
with souls of saints and strangers
harmoniously singing!

Set out with hopefulness and growing faith,
with ideologies in abeyance,
All as One in open repartee.

Brothers and sisters, all of wild nature–
none left uninvited.

Friends at heart all, all welcome!

Who shall be chief navigator?

Trace sensitive fingers on contour maps the Universe makes.
Apply improvisation, as we too navigate invent.

With these tiniest of maps (the same is the largest
with infinite pathways) we are destined exactly
to found and inhabit New Earth.

Who brings gifts of intuitive sensing?

Everyone? Ha!
Must we draw straws?

Buddy up the chosen one with the expert
at the rational sextant?

Every single she and he of us
is a guiding star.

Accordingly, let’s begin convergent
conversations of stars.

Of the humans who choose to stay behind, let us love them.
Let us love them and let’s be on our way!

It is enough now that many have had good intentions,
have spoken authentically, enthusiastically.

Yet at this time they do not wish to enter in.
Each in his or her own time.

Others have voiced oppositions,
demonstrated resistance.

Some others — stuck in apathy,
in numbness, in powerlessness.

Is fear of bodily death
the ultimate stopping?

What is living if living itself
is death?

Are you one
who has ears to hear?

Are you that very passenger
ready to disavow, to disembark?

Have you awakened to the soft,
soul alluring whisper?

A call for Harmony and Peace,
for Natural Freedom and Equality.

Sparks for all of this.
Let us begin.