Paradise
The Promised Land
Looks like milk flowing from a breast
The Muse conjuring up a deep breath before
She speaks about freedom and our uncivil war
Gathering rainclouds
Sucking up the air and showering us
Cleansing us
Quenching our thirst
Our words and actions sometimes startle
Sometimes confuse
We beat our heads against
Too many walls without knowing
We can walk through them in Spirit forms
While we dance across the dry desert
Through the lush forest, the deep blue sea
We imagine, dream, feel the magic of being
Fully alive in this moment, and the next
But uncertain about the future
We grieve, we cry, we wail and rail against
The demons we project onto “those others”
Those different from us,
Those we think of as strange
Who are the strangers, but ourselves?
Dark shadows inside us, sprouting
Out of our skin, pouring all over the world
When we are unaware
We try hard
We make mistakes
We apologize and hopefully
Forgive others and ourselves
There is no Beauty or Love
Greater than sweetness and light
Honey and animals, beasts, bugs and reptiles
The plants, trees and all of life
Our paradise
For now
