listen up
You did not come to this planet
to worship a pair of sandals
or a white robe.
You did not come to this planet
to be a democrat or a republican,
a christian or a muslim,
a black or a white.
You did not come here
to get angry with reflections
in a mirror,
to get drunk on disasters
that never happen.
You came to be astonished
by a dust mote.
You came to be torn in two
by laughter and pain,
then made One
by the tang of a berry
on your wild tongue.
Why waste another moment
arguing for or against
when you could slide
down a beam of breath,
soft as moonlight,
back into the radiance your are?
🌞
Fred LaMotte
It turns out however that I was deeply
Mistaken about the end of the world
The body in flames will not be the body
In flames but just a house fire ignored
The black sails of that solitary burning
Boat rubbing along the legs of lovers
Flung into a Roman sky by a carousel
The lovers too sick in their love
To notice a man drenched in fire on a porch
Or a child aflame mistaken for a dog
Mistaken for a child running to tell of a bomb
That did not knock before it entered
In Gaza with its glad tidings of abundant joy
In Kazimierz a god is weeping
In a window one golden hand raised
Above his head as if he’s slipped
On the slick rag of the future our human
Kindnesses unremarkable as the flies
Rubbing their legs together while standing
On a slice of cantaloupe Children
You were never meant to be human
You must be the grass
You must grow wildly over the graves
❤️
Children Listen by Roger Reeves
When evening had come,he said to them,
“Let us go across to the other side.”
—Mark 4.35
You know, don’t you, that he never simply means
the far side of the lake?
The other side.
The other side of the tracks.
The other side of the border.
The other side of life.
Beyond the familiar, the safe, the manageable.
The other side of the argument. Another viewpoint.
The other side of the conflict.
The other side of yourself.
The other side of the veil. The unseen.
Let us go there.
Let us explore the dark side of our hearts.
Let us stand in solidarity with those who are “other.”
See the world in an “other” way.
Don’t worry.
The Beloved will go with us.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
life: acoustic & amplified 