Dusting

Thank you for these tiny
particles of ocean salt,
pearl-necklace viruses,
winged protozoans:
for the infinite,
intricate shapes
of submicroscopic
living things.

For algae spores
and fungus spores,
bonded by vital
mutual genetic cooperation,
spreading their
inseparable lives
from equator to pole.

My hand, my arm,
make sweeping circles.
Dust climbs the ladder of light.
For this infernal, endless chore,
for these eternal seeds of rain:
Thank you. For dust.

 
~~ Marilyn Nelson ~~
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For Our World

We need to stop.
Just stop.
Stop for a moment …
Before anybody
Says or does anything
That may hurt anyone else.
We need to be silent.
Silent for a moment …
Before we forever lose
The blessing of songs
That grow in our hearts.
We need to notice.
Just notice.
Notice for a moment …
Before the future slips away
Into ashes and dust of humility.
Stop, be silent, and notice …
In so many ways, we are the same.
Our differences are unique treasures.
We have, we are, a mosaic of gifts
To nurture, to offer, to accept.
We need to be.
Just be.
Be for a moment …
Kind and gentle, innocent and trusting
Like children and lambs,
Never judging and vengeful
Like the judging and vengeful.
And now, let us pray,
Differently, yet together,
Before there is no earth, no life,
No chance for peace.

~~ Mattie Stepanek ~~

The Lightest Touch

Good poetry begins with

the lightest touch,

a breeze arriving from nowhere,

a whispered healing arrival,

a word in your ear,

a settling into things,

then like a hand in the dark

it arrests the whole body,

steeling you for revelation.

In the silence that follows

a great line

you can feel Lazarus

deep inside

even the laziest, most deathly afraid

part of you,

lift up his hands

and walk toward the light.

~~ David Whyte ~~

All the Hemispheres

Leave the familiar for a while.
Let your senses and bodies stretch out
 
Like a welcomed season
Onto the meadows and shores and hills.
 
Open up to the Roof.
Make a new watermark on your excitement
And love.
 
Like a blooming night flower,
Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness
And giving
Upon our intimate assembly.
 
Change rooms in your mind for a day.
 
All the hemispheres in existence
Lie beside an equator
In your heart.
 
Greet Yourself
In your thousand other forms
As you mount the hidden tide and travel
Back home.
 
All the hemispheres in heaven
Are sitting around a fire
Chatting
 
While stitching themselves together
Into the Great Circle inside of
You.
 
~~ Hafiz ~~