Integrative Pathways 44-2 Beckoning

The Beckoning

Poetry by John Decarlo

the onerous odor of smoldering smoke

from charred and crushed debris 

 

like a father of a newborn babe, 

I wake every few hours on

the basis of instinct and turn on the news

anxiously checking for the heartbeat of major cities

feeling for breath of besieged citizens 

 

but in the primeval like cave 

tender mother love  

holds babes on her breast while

stoking the smoky and withering fire —

steadfastly staring the saber tooth tiger –  down 

 

and with more than the sparkle of lady luck 

she whispers from the trenches with

an angelic touch – offering a vision 

which frames all else in proper perspective: 

 

Oh – may we dive deeply & freely within the Eternal Moment…

 

Listening  

Trembling 

Transcending…

 

organ tissues armed like steel

blood coursing like electrical currents 

nerves standing tall like ancient Celtic warriors — 

holding a bridge, at all costs, as if 

Hell It-Self is crossing its blackened bile like waters 

 

Listening  

Trembling 

Transcending…

 

despite their delineated borders  

their empathy flows like blood through 

opened vessels and supportive capillaries –

 

bridging barriers and differences – 

welcoming refugees from afar 

 

even German Pacifists,

still undone by their own past deeds, 

understand that peace and pure love

without armed resistance —

is ripped and torn as leaves in autumn breeze 

 

Listening 

Trembling 

Transcending…

 

Clusters of eggs 

Clusters of ants  

Clusters of worms 

Clusters of sanctions 

 

Yet, cluster bombs – like Macbeth’s murdering of sleep —

Amounts to the evisceration of babes  

 

Listening  

Trembling 

Transcending…

 

we bow and kneel before the heavens 

embracing even our billionaire Russian brethren 

contemplating vast filaments of primal gases and dark matter 

elongated as hundreds of millions of light years 

spinning like giant turbines 

twisting wildly as run-a-way windmills — 

guiding the evolution of stars and galaxies of the cosmos…

 

Listening 

Trembling  

Transcending…

 

we are speeding along a highway 

suddenly – the car in front of us   —  has stopped!!

we hit the break – Hard!!!

 

but we quickly realize: there is not enough space and time 

everything Slows Down – before the IMPACT

 

Listening 

Trembling 

Transcending…

 

it’s happening again: history is being hijacked!! 

 

the hives of bees 

the collective colonies of ants 

the species homo sapiens – have been derailed by a drunken engineer 

 

Listening 

Trembling 

Transcending…

 

the onerous odor of smoldering smoke 

from charred and crushed debris 

 

Lingering in the Eternal Moment…

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