Message

 

   

Everything in this world

is a message from that one.

And where is the world

with its protest of towhees

and kingfisher’s scold,

first scent of lilac and

wisdom pulse of ancient stone?

Deep inside your chest.

Is this not where the wings 

of a hummingbird

churn a blinding sunbeam

into billions of love atoms,

and your heartbeat whispers,

“I Am You, I Am You”?

Who shall breathe in

the desolation of Gaza,

the playground littered

with infected needles?

Who shall hold them and anoint them

 in the alchemy of silence,

then breathe out meadows, 

anemones, rivers and clouds?

Who shall breathe the moon?

Do your duty, friend.

Create a new earth

from the flames that pour

out of your wound.

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