You and I are chained together,
seven billion daisies connected
one to one. The threads of similarity
connect us far more than do our
genetic accidental pairings
We can choose to categorize
each other by gender, race
or ethnicity or instead,
allow nature to inform us.
In sharing ninety-percent
of our human DNA with our
primate cousins, how could
we imagine at microscopic
depth we are anything except
the same encodings of quantum
matter? By blood, by breath,
by chemical composition, we each
reveal our connection Divine,
chained one to one, seven billion
daisies- fragrant with beauty’s potential,
waiting for the unitary moment to blossom.
The Boys Are Forming a Band
They are forming quite a band on the other side,
a real Supergroup! The boys are stepping
into the light, one after the other,
ready to get this thing started.
Bowie and Lemmy are already singing,
dancing and collaborating. Not one,
but two drummers are side by side
as both Buffin Griffin and Dallas Taylor
are skipping the sticks across the skins again.
And now that Glen Frey has joined in
on lead guitar and vocals, the notes
and lyrics are soaring ever higher.
At this level of ethereal play,
your ears are no doubt clamoring
to hear these new elliptical tunes.
David, Lemmy and Glen are busy
redefining a whole new blend of punk,
folk, country and rock. The boys are tight,
the jams are grooving, I could just listen all night.
Listen. Listen. Listen even closer.
Do you hear them?
As a mere collection of molecules
and meandering cells crashing,
colliding on the errant shore
of my being, I struggle to see
the cosmic grace in the random
explosion of outer events,
that logic fails to explain.
I sit by the window waiting,
as if time alone will allow
everything to once more
coalesce into a whole,
a summation of disparate
parts that finally make sense.
Forgetting for this infinitesimal
blip of second that there is always
the One who never stops. Let this,
knowledge regained provide the succor I seek,
to regain at least a modicum of trust-
providing, at last, a replenishment
of recognition. Another breath and all else
is vanquished, save this constant
beauty, all around me now.
Forever reaching out in vain,
searching for the strident connection
that will alight, ignite, transform,
transfix my life. When at once,
the cannon fires the blinding light
of revelation. This heart, these hands
ever in extension toward You, may
have finally discovered fire for that
first time! I need reach out no more.
The sweetness of simplicity demands
only that I sit longer- as long as it takes-
to again renew the connection Divine,
that resides within. My reaching will not
cease, only its direction has changed.
Sitting now-until the end, if that is required-
I will find You here, in the right direction.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.