Turn Toward

 

-------Turn Toward-------

 

On the edge of Autumn

nighttime turns

toward the quiet

 

But if we listen

and give ourselves too

to this joyful revolution

 

A new song

will

emerge.

 

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Make Believe

 

-------Make Believe-------

 

For too long

have many traded

our gift to wonder and imagination

 

For a fear-mindedness 

clung

to things not changing.

 

There is a sickness

in the heart 

of America.

 

An unreckoned with storm

pushing 

against the edges of this body.

 

It is time

 

To let the winds

take 

what is not working,

 

To let 

our minds

untangle

 

And make believe

another

world

 

Without

walls

or prison.

 

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Follow

 

-------Follow-------

 

Eyes closed 

and walking

with the Ocean to my left

 

Held in trust

by that old 

love song

 

Of wavebrush and wind,

of mountains 

and bodies

 

Returning

into 

sand

 

I give over 

to that

which I cannot see

 

But feel

is the way toward

home.

 

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Rather Move

 

-------Rather Move-------

 

Let us not 

be stuck in fear 

of what we do not know

 

But

rather

move

 

Drawn 

by our inner 

music

 

Like the tree's

changing color

with Autumn.

 

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