We need light for clarity as well as its disinfectant powers
And darkness to grow underneath consciousness.
We need sweetness to lure us to habitual goodness
And sour to teach the necessity of a few bitter lessons.
We need pets while young to teach us about love
So that when we’ve grown up, we won’t fear vulnerability.
We need strong appetites both for learning and life,
Hearts that yearn after greater emotional consciousness,
And minds unafraid of any categories of emptiness.
One day, sitting under my favorite tree,
I hear a song I’ve always yearned to hear –
Starting low and steadily becoming stronger –
One voice – swelling into many –
Suddenly, I hear myself
Singing along with the rest of the world –
Aurally blossoming in a personal/communal joy –
One soul, one world, one God –
Poets used to write primarily for God
Or about the kinds of people who take long and dangerous trips in search of God.
Their tools were images and symbols that could “light up the truth” –
Truth that uninspired reason, by itself, wasn’t able to touch – much less attain.
I believe poets are ready to return to these artistic/spiritual roots –
Pouring out light into our contemporary darkness,
Displaying literary compassion to sustain people through their Trumpian confusion –
Along with uncovering intimations of a God hidden in plain sight
Behind all the materialism now drenching our greed-stunned world.