may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!


Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA


Monday, August 22, 2011

Two poems on transience

my cat may not be reassured that she is loved

enough to eschew her feral scratching habits
the same as we may not be timely enough
to reverse our occupational toxicities..
are we all programmed?is our universe also?
to be hitched to orbits like stars and planets?
to follow footsteps dictated by fate and destiny?
or is free will a cat with nine lives/who can soften
like our first cat,be reconciled to love
and settle down ,assured that relationships
enable all of us to live through fire.


our time

his answer is to hand it all to Great Spirit/Gaia
this one unique planet that we live upon/in trust that she
might assuage our wanton ways/and heal in time
Truth is,it may be mountain time-a million years of glaciers
melted in a moment.or desert time-Sahara once a rainforest
or river time in a world of dams.or tree time,when elders crack and fall
it may not be our four score years and ten.our time is gone.

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