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"my heartland's hands"



here:
i give you these words
that my heartland's hands
have been forming;
seeds they've been burnishing and warming,
their small spheres
enfolded deep in my velvet pocket
all the tenuous nights
and days of my life,
germinating this morning
as i lie between the full moon
and the new sun,
in a sunrise nest
of hope.

i wish to convey
the ineffable;
to acknowledge the sacredness
of this place,
this acme of fragile grace
that we sleep and sail upon,
deeply immersed in a revolutionary opera,
riding the wave
of an evolutionary ripple.

my deepest wish, when i see your face
is to sear through
each silent web of fear or boredom,
engaging your child's soul,
with its unbound access to laughter and tears,
waltzing with your deathbed soul,
resplendent
and bare.

i wish
to know you.

i wish us awake,
together,
here and now,
living with raw courage
and savage appreciation
through the wide spectrum
of predicaments,
using our diverse imaginations
to jump the tracks
and question
the facts,
purposefully living
and choosing,
buoyed up in the spirit
of humanity.

simply, i wish
that we be free;
that we still see the gleam,
even when life appears empty of substance,
that we feel our innate sufficiency
all the way
down
to our bones.

i wish to know you.

i wish us awake,
together,
here
and now.

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robin whitley
7/2010