Last night, the Magnolia Café, here in Guelph, hosted another Off the Page Open Mic evening. My contribution was a poem based on Trump XXI, the World, a bit of an experiment.
When options open up a world of choice
or complications show their faces masked,
renewing power comes when questions asked
legitimately pierce distraction’s voice,
determined to bring wholeness to our ken.
The person who is whole delights and weeps
with others’ griefs and triumphs, falls and leaps.
Encounters of the spirit happen when
no “mine and yours” nor “us and them” divides
the spark of oneness into warring flames;
you dance instead — one body, Name of Names —
on stars and planets, galaxies and tides.
No human journey ends ’til we restore
exquisite cosmic consciousness e’ermore.