Filthy sky scrolling
out from the west.
Light descending is if a
dirge leads its way home.
I look at my unlived self
as my ample, ageing arms
reach in to pull me,
Now, for once,
I swirl like a wave
of lightening rather
than wailing of the
banshee under the tree.
Nothing, in the manmade
world is worth the sacrificing,
of mine or any other
I shall rage till all this threat
to life is whipped by
tongues of flame,
moulded by fingers
of the Alchemist
and I am free to transmute
it into the Light, here now,
in the wild and beautiful
of this mercurial world.
Dimming light comes again, too soon.
Spinning year, “no blame” I Ching says.
Remember this? Recalling is all too apposite
in these days of insanity and chaos.
Cleanse your own heart and run jauntily through
crystal waters in sharded rays of high noon….
White calling birds gliding overhead;
exquisite feather dropping into my outstretched hand.
The rushing gales
blast through my
hair and eyes like
some giant in the sky
taking a steel feather to
my frantic head.
My brain beats with fear
as a million intruders inside it
batter at the walls screaming
out bullying words to scare me more.
The chill of the wind has dropped
like a massive hole in the universe,
hangs the blackest sky so clear
absorbing our madness.
We have disturbed the balance ….
the great WE.
The WE who knows so much
and yet knows nothing.
Hold out your hands,
clasp each other, for we are one together
in this shrouded night….
The rattling winds and tragic storms
have serious colours in their voices now,
demanding we listen with our ears and eyes….
Awaken now whilst
the sun’s beams still rise at daybreak
and the ocean’s waves breathe in and out.
I see governments failing,
fiscal plans falling and crashing
and we, the little people, become strong.
I see we are diving in and pulling together.
As one, in our groups in this aching world,
we begin to shine and give with open hearts.
Where one can’t, another can.
Where one attacks, another heals.
Where one hates, another loves…..
Twist your fingers through the ribbons
when they are thrown.
As you go under, another will go over
the weaving of the human safety net
is in our own hands….
The “four hand carry” the “cat’s cradle”
we know how to hold another….
and now, the mighty challenge calls out –
do you/I/we, know how to be held?