The universe was literally spoken into being. Language, embodied in sound and light, not only affects, but effects the genesis of life. Go live your passion with all the joy, gratitude, love and laughter you can muster!~Sol Luckman
I slide open the doors and
blue feathers flash across water.
On the urban edge, another interrupted
heron breakfast. At my feet, a brown
spider’s carcass. When the birds disappear,
the ecosystem collapses. We stir
uneasy, boxed in childhood fairytale
heroes and villains, easy duality
until a clear-eyed child points to
the strutting naked emperor. How can we
reconcile the blatant evil–30 Afghan
farmers killed while sleeping, a king
receiving US troops to defend his
oil? The brutal empire tentacles
choke the vulnerable, while we
walk up hill and down to offer our
energy-fuel to this earth-destroying
machine. Complicit. Implicit. Illicit.
Manipulated to concur by a constant
stream of chaotic lies. Heads spinning,
which foe do we fight first? Hopeless
shoulders slump. The storytellers gloat
pretty falsities, sugared treats prepared
just for our refined palates. Addicted
to promises, the wishful silenced
by the indigestible. Hush now.
Sleep. The only way to change
the world is to wake and tell
a different story.
Seek and you shall
find, they used to say. Ask,
like any beggar, for a lift.