By light of computer screen,she dreams
Visiting friends in hospice on the lip of leaving
she cries with them,fills a cup of tears
gets them to drink her stories in
(She heals via listening)
He plays violin.Harmonies dwell within
When spirit fires ,his strings lift higher
than any script prepared or since
She sings-her chants and ululations lift
all within a circle of Light towards Within
where altars of flowers and gardens dream
He digs-and in the good earth finds mere mud
to make daub scratch sketch with
as ocher,blue,brown and gray
art of this earth in these our digging days
She listens to children
as they seek ways through dysfunctions
Guides gently paper boats on rough seas
saves young lives via life lines
These are the New Poets-they tweet and twitter
and blog and web their way in our actual world
with the chemistry of choice they find new trails
through a wilderness of choices.You are they
who as yet have no name-one day
all who heal via loving will be saved
by the self same love they gave to others in their way
Many paths ahead of all our choices
We took the one in silence with our voices
on March 22,2010
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