of the great miraculous
of being alive,
we forget much
we forget it is sacred
to love one another––
that to be is
to enjoy––
that love can set our souls
on gentle fire––
that we can learn to welcome
strangers & enemies as
friends & brothers
we forget that families
are holy––
that we are directly related by
protoplasm to all that lives––
that we are the animated dust
of stars––
that we must care for this
generous earth & love
all
we forget how we were made
to see, taste, hear, smell, touch &
know the world as it
is––
that we are here to manifest
creation––
not to insulate and isolate ourselves
from all the sweetness that surrounds
our hearts––
we talk too loud & listen distractedly
ignoring the silence that makes us
free
we forget that kindness is our true
religion & set up altars to worship
greed––
it is a sin to kill
& a wickedness to pay
others to destroy with our wealth
& in our name––
in every second it is possible to
open our hearts & share
we forget that we are
the breathing stuff of
wisdom in this world––
every cell of our body, every
molecule of our souls & the
energies we transform into action
can birth beauty &
harmony in
this world
we forget we are connected with
all that is––
that we cannot be separated from
any fragment of this universe in all
of time––
stretch outward
with your fingers & touch
the farthest stars
we forget that to think is to create &
how imagination empowers us to
fly like angels––
we can dream &
we can pray
for
peace without ceasing––
for the revelation of
the heaven we create
on this earth, now & forever
after