In the middle of my fever I see you play at understanding
My aching head repeats, “Mankind needs understanding”
Insects and elephants
And I hear Mr. Shah’s deep English inflections saying,
You need understanding in both ways, to be understood and to understand
Insects and elephants
I know you want to be understood, now desire to understand
My fever-racing thought of slaughtered terrorized millions
Insects and elephants
Recall this planet, the earth, The Earth, is an ark, The Ark
Not just to carry pairs of beasts of every kind, but you too, all
Insects and elephants
Of us, strange dark bushman strange pale American , them
Strange homo sapiens strut abilities for terror and empathy
Insects and elephants
But your capacity for them versus us fills you with pride
You understand who are the innocent and what is real and what is just
Insects and elephants
You know the who of we the why of them and the because of that
Our destinies never seem to intertwine our fate never to see
Insects and elephants
My fever speaks to consider shipmates, arkmates, them is us
Every strange I is you is we is us and to them we is us
Insects and elephants
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Friday, May 27, 2011
Fever
Labels:
buddhism,
destruction,
elephants,
environment,
fever,
insects,
philosophy,
poetry,
politics,
sufism,
understanding
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Mastering The Heart
Mastering the heart
Opens all possibilities …
Waiting terrified
Not knowing why
I watch
Serene fields worked
By invisible hands
In the quiet rest
Of evening
I watch
My father rise
Crippled and lame
Mastering the heart
Opens all possibilities …
From darkness beyond
Crystalline glass
I watch
My grandfather
Scream silent curses
Never a reply
To betray shame
I watch
Grandfather’s son
Limp into death
Mastering the heart
Opens all possibilities …
Muscle blood sinew
Holding stillness
I watch
Generations
Compromise futures
Breathing out darkness
Golden dawns break
I watch
Shining stars fade
The Work continues
Mastering the heart
Opens all possibilities …
Opens all possibilities …
Waiting terrified
Not knowing why
I watch
Serene fields worked
By invisible hands
In the quiet rest
Of evening
I watch
My father rise
Crippled and lame
Mastering the heart
Opens all possibilities …
From darkness beyond
Crystalline glass
I watch
My grandfather
Scream silent curses
Never a reply
To betray shame
I watch
Grandfather’s son
Limp into death
Mastering the heart
Opens all possibilities …
Muscle blood sinew
Holding stillness
I watch
Generations
Compromise futures
Breathing out darkness
Golden dawns break
I watch
Shining stars fade
The Work continues
Mastering the heart
Opens all possibilities …
Labels:
family,
future,
heart,
poetry,
possibilities,
understanding
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