HOW MY MOTHER'S VOICE LIVES FOREVER
by voice and listeners.
Each word lives
Each word lives
and reproduces in another's being..
Poetry's light dances
in echoes up our hope mountains
to star everyone's night.
to star everyone's night.
Poetry is a country of song
where the only arms
are round others' shoulders
in mutual trust.
It is the steadying shoulder
for freed tears and kisses.
It moves hands to make
tools out of love,
food out of earth's sensuality,
and to play music to feed love.
food out of earth's sensuality,
and to play music to feed love.
With the power
of two hearts always
people clap each other,
using the other's hand and
simultaneously lifting each other.
They willingly climb the trees
in the leaves of others' hands
to read the love of understanding,
Poetry dances forests
people clap each other,
using the other's hand and
simultaneously lifting each other.
They willingly climb the trees
in the leaves of others' hands
to read the love of understanding,
Poetry dances forests
of true democracy.
Poetry paints invisible hope
with the brush of voice feeling.
It feeds the illiterate child
with literature of all memories -
Poetry paints invisible hope
with the brush of voice feeling.
It feeds the illiterate child
with literature of all memories -
to foresee and wisely cocreate..
It relives history and herstory,
to birth the children's future.
It bonds generations
with new freed songs of laughter.
It relives history and herstory,
to birth the children's future.
It bonds generations
with new freed songs of laughter.
Poetry roams and nurtures
each country's
quilted fields
of dreams.
It is the Greater Vehicle [Mahayana]
It is the Greater Vehicle [Mahayana]
of compassion's
vow to transport hearts,
vow to transport hearts,
across all frontier waves of heartship.
Poetry is the inner voice
of breathe's life
one on one to infinity
of even but one Word kept
throbbing always,
for others..
"Making the Wind Dance"
You are one of so many flowers.
But if you should die,
so would I.
Such is it to have felt the touch
of tender Lifethus made eternal.
But if you should die,
so would I.
Such is it to have felt the touch
of tender Lifethus made eternal.
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