It Is Time

I.
It is time,
time to transcend
old ways
and beliefs,
time to right
the wrongs,
to put faith
where it belongs,
to hear our cry:
that women and men
were born to live,
not waiting to die,
and will live
again and again.
Women do not
belong to men,
and all life
in the Universe
has rights
equal to ours.
Morality is not
negative,
but is love's
imperative,
and whatever
number you give
to the Trinity,
S/HE
will transcend it.
Hear our call:

Hear, O Universe,
our God/dess
is All.

II.
and we shall live,
as in the beginning we did,
from the heart,
the brain playing
its secondary
part,
so that while staying
alive,
all
may
thrive.

III.
We must go forward
and not back,
for in violence
and in war,
in hatred
and in domination,
in greed,
in patriarchy,
there is nothing
to go back to.

IV.
When the inside
is like the outside,
pure Divinity,
then you will be
free.

Two Dreams, Probably Indicative

In the first dream, I had a handgun, it looked like a WWII-era military .45 automatic, but it was actually .22 caliber and had a cool barrel extender that increased accuracy and muzzle velocity, I wonder if such a gun actually exists. I could ask D. Brian, who lives in the Dakotas and knows more about handguns than anyone I've ever met, but I unfollowed him on Ello for, predictably, being a Trumpist. Anyway, I don't know where I got the gun, but it was mine. I wanted to use it for quite an inappropriate task: to put a small, neat, round hole in the side of a metal tube that was a bit like a penny whistle--just on one side. I don't know why in the dream I thought I could do that, when in real life I couldn't hit the broad side of a galpón with any handgun.

The other dream had a context that I can't seem to remember, but the strange part was that in the dream I was trying to tell someone where I lived and couldn't come up with the name of the country. I think the strangeness of that was what woke me up. Once awake, I could simply have looked at the gorgeous, dark blue passport with the gold-leaf shield-seal on it. It was a simple matter, though, to start with the name of its most characteristic (though minority) language and work backwards from that. Without too much trouble, I deduced that I lived in Portunha. La Isla de Bona Portunha. We are very happy here, though a little strange . . .

Tamo perdido

Tamo perdido en meio
da naturaleza que buscamo,
até que, por fin,
os papagaios
empecen a falar.

We Are Lost

We are lost in the midst
of the nature that we seek
until, at long last,
the parrots
begin to speak.

We Are All Victims

We are all victims
of the strategies of power.
Blindly we feel our way
through a hijacked democracy,
limping toward
a better day.

When you stop trying to control things that you can't control, you begin to be free.

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