One
One
When the people of the four winds
Gather
They speak with one voice
A rumbling
Deep and resonate
A constant unbroken union
Rising – falling
Neither bass nor alto
Modulating
As one
Soaring
Song
In the rhythm of one heart
Beating
Beneath the multi-colored mantle
Of one world;
When the people of the four dawns
Rise
They take one breath
Of morning glow
With a singular groaning
Stunned surprise
Or
Anticipation -
Shaking off the howling pain
Of midnight’s
Stalking storms -
To share an understanding
Of one unspoken
Wisdom
Gathered in
By a new dawning.
When the people of the four oceans
Laugh -
One thundering applause
Reverberates through
Waves of
Rivers,
Streams
And
Seas
To banish darkness
With their swelling brightness
Leaving it
No room
To grow
No place to exist.
And when the people of the four midnights
Rest
Their peaceful breathing,
Like vesper prayers
In harmonious chanting,
Gathers stardust
Holds onto moonbeams
Molding them into
Visions
Prophecies
And
Possibilities
Beyond black holes
Far from the unseen edges
Of imagination’s
Roaming gaze.
When the people of the four seasons
Meet
To harvest
Prune
Reap
And
Plant
They reach
With one plea
To
The One Voice
Bridging
Genesis
To
Revelation.
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