I have been and am many things, including being extremely curious as to others’ trans-formative experiences. First I am an insatiable bibliophile. Have been since the first time I held a book in my hands! Then they gave me a clean sheet of paper and a pencil, thus setting the medium of my art and the limits of my language! Smile.
Primarily I write poetry. Some poets commit every word penned to tongue’s tip. That’s not me. It isn’t in the words I speak that the communication exists; it is in the crafted, written word. It is the shared communion of self and Divine through intelligence. It is in each poet’s inspired work that everyone, at once and alone, can glimpse something inside of themselves that is at the same time in each and every one of us. Our human hearts, minds, our very souls, are spurred on by wholeness and community; by truth and beauty. Above all fortune and glory we require truth and beauty.
I, of course, welcome this medium to share my poetry, but that’s not my only motive in writing this blog. It is Post Supreme Court Coup America and our individual and collective actions today and each coming day will certainly be felt throughout the rest of Human History. We are bringing about a world order that has only been dreamed of by good and ill, in bits and pieces throughout our modern history. Most of us are lost in a maze of unreliable misinformation and that’s why I’m continuing the blog. I’m learning, and time is precious. If you read anything I post here, please keep that in mind and be kind. Your courage and the courage of other truth tellers compel me to solidarity and what progressive action I am capable.
As I ponder this new adventure with you, I am humbled that one would give any attention to my words, the fact that you have is an amazement and transforms my experience of myself. Thank you. For our relationship is The Noise Needed in the Silence of Creation.
I offer you the following…
Revolutions have always depended on us.
Early years filled with passion, indignation….pain and conflict…
left only to the pen. Left only to our Lonely Pen…
We, being strung up from the inside out;
needing, desperately needing, to be heard, to sound our voice!
Yet, now, there’s a REVOLUTION or two to our credit,
Did it matter it was in our own kitchen or bedroom.. or club hall?
It was a REAL REVOLUTION, surprising all at ground zero and beyond!
Did we find ourselves unwelcome, without comrades to comfort us?
Once again left only to our pen, our lonely pen….
Do we, the living poets, find our only comfort and future
in our pen, our constant companion and treasured Friend?
Oh, I think it is time for another REVOLUTION…
Let’s go bother the world, this Day!
With our Pens!
For REVOLUTIONS have always depended on Poets……
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