I would say goodnight, sisters and brothers, but concepts such as "day" and "night," "today," and "tomorrow" seem parochial and artificial, like the national borders and time zones drawn on maps and globes. The past is a stick with which they drive us, and the future is a dangling carrot. All we really have, all we have ever had, is the earth and the "now." We need to do better with the "now," we need to do it together, and we need to do it *now*.
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Saturday, April 15, 2017
Hoper's Rap
I am the hoper,
the interloper,
don't fit the mold,
if truth be told,
'cause in the long range
I'll struggle for change
both night and day
'til I find a way
for you and me
to be free,
to be free.
the interloper,
don't fit the mold,
if truth be told,
'cause in the long range
I'll struggle for change
both night and day
'til I find a way
for you and me
to be free,
to be free.
Friday, April 14, 2017
When I Look in the Mirror
When I look in the mirror,
what I see is not me.
It is only this layer,
this one iteration.
I am more,
much more.
The skin is too light,
sex not always right,
go back,
go back
to before.
Peer over
time's wall,
and see
us all.
what I see is not me.
It is only this layer,
this one iteration.
I am more,
much more.
The skin is too light,
sex not always right,
go back,
go back
to before.
Peer over
time's wall,
and see
us all.
Thursday, April 13, 2017
The World Needs Poetry
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The Door
There is an old door,
both beaten and worn,
through which comes light.
If you grasp the handle
and pull it wide
you leave this night,
this dream,
and step into
the light
of the other
side.
both beaten and worn,
through which comes light.
If you grasp the handle
and pull it wide
you leave this night,
this dream,
and step into
the light
of the other
side.
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Torch Flames
Gerald, Doreen, Stewart, Margot,
Judy, Gavin, Marion,and many more,
you are all stars
in my firmament.
Earth, Air, Fire, Water,
and Spirit
are you,
worshipers of the Goddess,
worshipers of Life,
now together again
in the Summerland
of our hope.
You are torch flames
in the wind
of a new era.
Judy, Gavin, Marion,and many more,
you are all stars
in my firmament.
Earth, Air, Fire, Water,
and Spirit
are you,
worshipers of the Goddess,
worshipers of Life,
now together again
in the Summerland
of our hope.
You are torch flames
in the wind
of a new era.
Sunday, April 9, 2017
My God is Life
My God is Life,
real and unadorned,
older than the earth,
ancient, primeval.
No scriptures describe it,
since it antedates
and supersedes them.
I see it, though,
in you, in your eyes,
in the contours of
your body, the sacred
vehicle of this
moment,
and in mine.
I worship Life
in you.
Please worship it also
in me.
real and unadorned,
older than the earth,
ancient, primeval.
No scriptures describe it,
since it antedates
and supersedes them.
I see it, though,
in you, in your eyes,
in the contours of
your body, the sacred
vehicle of this
moment,
and in mine.
I worship Life
in you.
Please worship it also
in me.





