Being aware Interest rates are not what life is all about you are ravaging the earth you are extinguishing species Once a crowd of ducks Coated the swells of Autumnal blue green ocean coves In Maine, and the Sky was blackened by The V’s of flying Water fowl You profiteer do not Even know what it is That you have destroyed “Life does not pay” it is not based on the profit motive III To the war mongers, The death merchants, and the life-killers I must break the deadlock Which seals my lips (when I am in the USA) The cry of outrage From that courtroom SceneRepressed in my father and in witness-me Yes you do know what You are doing. Yet we must forgive you. You know, profiteer, warmonger, Power happy influencer, bully Squanderer of hard won LibertyYou criminals, bending The law to your will, In the so called bastion of freedomThe innocence of each crop of new life, in humans if continually massacred, for expedience. IV I am sitting on my bed Shivering On the edge of the mattress My companions in this room Are silent plants, Whose being-ness in silence Reinforces mine. Yet once, at the Congress in London, Plants, I heard your brethren Greet me with electronic Music, warbles, twitters, Responses- life to life V Drinking Cocoa At my kitchen table Heavy of heart and body Where is the inner push Like the push of a seed’s germ from the earth? The driving force of my years Of hard work, The motivation of My ideals? I followed the path of my Truth And it led me to this kitchen table defeated and drained of energy And therefore I understand nothing, for life is so strong and keeps surviving (but how much longer?) VI I can’t meet my goddess Of life and peace Looking into the Alter: two plates filled with little papers I cannot meet The profound-truth That bottom tone of honesty When I am marching Up and down the alter steps Careful not to fall, raising up a robe with slip on satin collar It was better, for many Years sitting on roots down at the water Praying my heart out For change in the world (maybe I should go again?) VII I feel very alone No one can give me answers I have stopped asking. I suffer my spiritual nausea in silence… They keep on killing the life and babble of salvation… energy & character vol.37 may 2009 13
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