I am working, designing, laying out
the revised Banned Books series, wondering
what impact your little acorn mind will eventually procure;
what great oaks you will offer our good earth
from the mind's fossilized origins
of birth, beginning, and other black holes we forget
the moment we gasp for air and wriggle
towards the curled hands of humanity.

Irony swirls, as you tunnel your escape
and I try to swim back upstream,
get back to where I swam into the world—
trying to mend the discord, to heal,
to breathe deeply and forgive,

to see the true nature of others,
at long last. You will know this too,
how each breath can calm and ease and soothe
if you learn to use it. I will show you.

Nature is still about us, connected.
the warmth of the sky's fireball,
the tantric assuage of the sea coast,
the lush shade of unbridled forestry,
the silver treasure of a full moon discovered
so much beauty for your hungry eyes to swallow,
little tadpole

sleep now and dream worlds away,
Borges' tigers are keeping watch,
use your rabbit hole, burrow the mind,
envision new worlds, new webs, new wonders
beyond the globe of each unopened eye

07/02/2011

Posted on 10/02/2011
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