Ink blot
Black butterfly
Voice of the smallest
Hear them
?
Voices of
Dogs and parakeets
Hear the
Voices of trees, clouds
Forests, barns,
Houses, little bridges
(Listen to that little bridge
You just crossed
It is saying, Good
You made it )
Now the mountain
Is underneath us
Whispering, Climb me
I have something to show you
Hear the voice
Of the low clouds
The voice of the high clouds
They seem to be hurrying somewhere
And valleys
Murmur of cities, rivers
The fourth world
Is ending just like a day
2
The fifth world
Is a new day
We made it Imagine
(Another chance not to screw up )
But first
Let us hear
The joys and sorrows
Of the fourth world
Let us hear
From those who died
Before they knew they were alive
And those who came back to help
When the stars were falling
And the waves were rising
To meet each falling star
Let us hear from those
Who fear made small
They lived inside their own heads
Like hermit crabs in reverse
Moving into
Smaller and smaller shells
Let us hear from those who hid
From the thunder of duty to conscience
And from the booming
Of their own hearts
Let us hear from those
Who hid from life
And from the wisdom
Of common sense
Which kept whispering,
Stop poisoning your garden
Stop angering the weather
Stop living in landscapes that
only want to burn
Stop almost everything you are doing
Until one day common sense said,
Prepare for resurrection
!
When common sense
Shouts like a prophet into the wind
Then you know it’s time
To put the old garden to bed
Let us hear from those
Who wandered
For many lifetimes
In the thick smoke of sorrows
And those who refused to work
Some shithole job
But slept in their trucks
Under the stars
Falling asleep to the sound of cars
Over the sound of the river
Listening to an owl
Calling to its mate
Now I am old now
But I used to be as young as you
I used to be younger than you
Now-now
We must be gentle with ourselves
Creation is tired
We are all tired
Because we are creation
We all need healing
Hush hush
The plants are singing
They are always singing
Just be ready when they ask for water
Be ready for the sound of water
The smallest sound of water
Plink plink
Be ready for time to slow
Stop pacing and thinking
Black butterfly stops
Stops and flattens like an ink blot
Now do you know this place
?
Recognize our relatives
All those living beings
Too many to count
Get ready
For a viable future
Decide to open
Meaning behind
But also ahead
Empty grateful space
Empty Ask them how
They are waiting patiently for you
To ask them how
How do we live in the fifth world
How do we live again?
How do we live
In any world
?