Within this sanctum
of breath and bone—
ten trillion anchorites
mimic their devotions.
Bacteria threading
blood’s vermilion rivers
braiding holy water
into the cathedral
of now.
Their alchemy transmutes
starlight
into the wine of existence—
decanted
from Orion’s mythical vine.
Viruses—
those threshold wraiths
between being
and unbeing—
inscribe new verses
in the living gospel
of our chromosomes.
Fungi a cappella
in mycelial tongues
through marrow’s moaning chambers
decomposing resurrection
from each small death
we die.
We are not hosts—
but cantatas
still composing themselves
in light.
Each cell—
a verse rehearsing resurrection.
Hark:
your pulse conducts
this unseen choir
where mortal breath
becomes immortal song.
And in this sacrosanct
communion of kingdoms,
we learn
we were never “I”—
but a constellation of prayers:
timeless,
boundless—
Bacteria
Viruses
Fungi
Me—
becoming
one.
Categories:
interdependence, creation, identity, metaphor, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
An ordinary day begins
Make a cup of coffee
Watch the sun rise
The lonely ticking clock
Watch the minutes make an arc
The extraordinary dismissed
How long till the day is over
Never in history are we this alone
Never knowing vastness
Some never know closeness
Give up togetherness today
Give up even on emptiness
I am the void and avoid
Nowhere to run from me
No choice but to be ordinary
Let loose the lonely demon
Give my chiding angel a break
Let them watch the star with me
The careless sun circumambulates
Around those happy people
Around the lonesome waiting
Without judgment, we all go round
War and peace are ordinary
Pour a glass of wine at dusk
Make a toast to the receding sun
Alone I try to find company in one
At least the sun and I make two
But, the setting sun leaves me
The moon fails to show up
If only I could be like them
Ordinary like nothing in the universe
All of us special in the vastness
Crowded by simple lives
Me unable to comprehend
Interdependence is
Extraordinary
Categories:
interdependence, humanity,
Form: Free verse
Each year, an evening bright as any star,
in song and verse retells the tale once more,
with homage paid to one man’s repertoire.
Humbling and uplifting, his thoughts restore
our universal oneness, humankind
across the globe, each with each entwined.
Our frailties, joys and sorrows understood,
with love and pathos are his lines imbued.
Hands joined in celebrating brotherhood
and in our hearts enduring gratitude
for what this plain and humble man has shown,
revealing what our souls have always known.
And so, each year, we contemplate anew
this gifted ploughman and his words so wise,
partake of haggis and a dram or two,
yet mindful of the wider world outside.
To gain the peace for which the whole world yearns
feed deep upon the words of Robert Burns.
Categories:
interdependence, anniversary, humanity, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
globalization
denationalization
interdependence
unattainable
immeasurability
everlastingness
civilization
oversimplification
elimination
Categories:
interdependence, change, perspective, political, words,
Form: Haiku
What lies waiting
at the end of a self-made
independently empowered
self-invested
"pulled my own economic-political bootstraps"
life?
A unilateral
linear life,
like any passionate journey,
requires an end point
for returning in the opposite direction;
In this lifeline
ego/eco-systemic case,
from regenerative
to degenerating autonomous powers.
What happens
at the end of an emergent spiral,
rainbow,
expanding circle,
oval,
deepening square
and swelling out reverse-triangular power frame,
irregular and mysterious polygon,
other than a renew beginning
into further rooted interdependence,
shadowing memory of where we have been
together before
Another re-cycling
re-purposing
dusk
become cumulative dawn.
Categories:
interdependence, death, health, integrity, journey,
Form: Political Verse
This kindred of separation
this breed apart
this top of the food chain
and its self distinction by the manipulation of thumbs
This arrogance of intelligence
with its pocket-sized reasoning of knowledge
and by default applies its logic
this incongruent species of taking everything for granted
These nations of waring factions
and the tyrannies of their religions
and all their obsessive obsessions with death
and all their cognitive dissonance of life
All the distractions
the desperate intentions
to impart some measure of meaning
some inkling of purpose for a life they have never really lived
Predisposed to elitism
by their own sense of division
this bipedal predator of vertebrate mammalian
assumes all of creation was only created for them
And in their frustration
and with their playground experience
they build all manner of weapons
to beat the crap out of the people living with them
Still the sun shines
and only by its grace do they continue to exist
all the quantum theories and universal singularities
do not help them with catharsis
they survive only by the elements of a planetary symbiosis
Categories:
interdependence, world,
Form: Free verse