We shall live on
In people far away
Who don’t know our names,
And don’t need to;
In those who feel as we feel,
Share our ideals,
Rejoice in what inspires us.
Let’s make this world a little better
For those people,
So that when they come
They will be more hopeful,
More contented,
More fulfilled than we have been;
That would be enough.
We are humanity:
Circling each other;
Engaging with each other;
Loving each other;
Life loving life;
Each a splinter of the whole,
A bright fragment of the kaleidoscope;
Mysticism without guile;
Just being, not Being.
In our separate dreams:
We arrive in class naked and late;
We are almost crushed by malevolent walls;
We watch strange gods move across the indigo sky;
We fall downwards
Into infinite space,
Plummeting toward stone, or fire.
We awaken petrified,
Always alone,
But together.
In one dream, a mother
Gave me her baby to hold.
I carried it around with me
Through several bustling meetings
And finally returned to the room
Where the mother had been,
But she was gone.
Did you see her? In your dream?
Four gorgeous poems in one tremendously satisfying grouping ... Bravo, Graham.
ReplyDelete...people who are far away, who don't know our names, but feel as we feel....we are all together, always alone, but together. Your words are profound. You bring much to the table.
ReplyDeleteA brave new world left for you to nuture and protect, how wonderful. Enjoy your stewardship. Vaccines are here in Trinidad and Tobago now.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Graham
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much love
In my most recent dream, Kanye West stood there observing me judgmentally as I ran around unable to accomplish anything, and my parents (my father is 10 years deceased) decided to use their gas stove as a storage area for their pots and pans, which I tried to talk them out of doing to no avail.
ReplyDeleteIt's been a while since I had a dream that wasn't a straight-up manifestation of stress.
I don't know ... would the world of your first verse really be enough? I think it would be a good start.
ReplyDeleteLiving on in others when we are long past. The hope of a legacy, I guess. Ah, but dreams are another matter.
ReplyDeleteMay all of our dreams be pleasant.