Dark day storm, bright light of stars, wings of angels
Herald your heroic march as you ride on the wind,
And do you show your beauty in ten billion forms
Throughout the Cosmos of eyes twinkling at night
In the form of stars staring down upon this earth ~
Gaia your honored home, sacred sanctuary of souls,
Where multitudes of gods approach you in dread
And in wonder-love, bowing to your mighty majesty,
Chanting hymns of deep adoration on ocean waves
Like undulating valleys and mountains momentous,
And yet who are you in such terrible terrifying form,
May this child inquire in trembling staggering, Lord,
And will you grant even a glimmer of understanding
Even to me, who can do no less than willingly worship
As the Universe delights and rejoices in your presence?
Know your worth — internalize
And the world — externalize
Both quite stunning — realize
Stop, look, listen and glisten…
Know your body is but walls
But all the universe calls
To walk the heavenly halls
Such variation and complexity in such simple beauty,
An icon of Beauty, incarnation of complex simplicity;
This is you, primal and true, intriguing narration of
Ongoing evolutionary creation and with no stagnation,
But only continuation without cessation; ah! I can feel
Vibration of all-Life in your sinews and veins and in
Every joy and pain in the chain of existence linking
Each part to part in the Cosmic whole, enlivened by
Soul, pulsating in captivating Life in so many lives,
In my life … miniscule life in your Life, precious.
Dyēus stood and broke the silence, looking at the brood and spoke,
“You cannot remember primordial days and the ways I formed mortals
Of sea and land, dirt and sand; cannot remember my hand digging
In watery earth to birth you into life, no cord to cut with knife;
You cannot remember how I led you across the coastline and fed you.
You had no sense of my presence, and made no pretense to be more
Than you were, slipping in and out of brackish water, moving about
Upon the earth so timidly, no home or hearth; but then you learned
And burned with passion, moved across the land, led by my own hand,
And made your bed in valleys and mountains and plains; it was then
You learned pain ~ your dawn of awareness ~ and the yawning grave;
You became more than knaves; you saw me then for the first time
As the bells of heaven chimed. We walked and talked with one another,
Yet I was everywhere; you sensed this, praising me with incense
Even when you could not see me in one form, you knew I could be
In another one, from grass and trees to sun and moon, in biting
Of frost and in the monsoon, in the sky overhead and in the bed
Of flowers fair, in the air and water and wind that bends trees
And scatters their leaves, as the ocean heaves. Everywhere could
You see me and feel me, so when I appeared you would kneel to me.
Now look what has happened; look in polluted brook, ravished hills,
In melting ice caps and thrice cracked earth to extract its worth;
Here now you are plundering and killing my magnificent creation,
Willing me, Dyēus, to die rather than try to save your very own home!
Ah! What an horrible tome to write, no longer knowing wrong from right;
My children, my progeny in the cosmic homogeny, who no longer know. . .
Swimming quickly past one another,
Fast the burst of neutron stars,
Teeming life in veins and arteries
Near and far make the Cosmic body.
Separate and part of one another,
Sister and brother, an electron
Of families in universal family;
What exists in us, is alive in all,
And we rise and fall together each.
Protons, electrons, quarks in eons
Of timeless Time, ruled by Eternity,
Making one fraternity, cosmic family
Moving galactic arms and legs, and
Bending celestial head; we make our
Bed in stellar sheets in hyperspace.
Note: This is not my usual style, but I felt compelled to write in free-verse this morning. I hope you, my readers, enjoyed this at least as much as I enjoyed penning it. All the best to each of you w/blessings!
Nothing ere has been blindly hurled into this world;
We are bound by more than sight, smell, taste and sound;
All around each of us is each of us looking back at each of us;
This is what the divinely-living Cosmos teaches us, as it reaches us…
Each moment, every day, every step along the way.