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AVANT SOUL

Rhapsodies in Words

to reawaken our fascination with the ever-original SOUL

Through the Bushes: A Philosophical Look At Survival Through the Next Four Years

Row, Row Your Bloody Boat!

(Radiant Humanity's Flower)
We are petals rowing on the ship of humanity

We are petals paddling on this ship's floating,

Floating through timestream waters of Space

Rowing, rowing, row your boat

Gently down the mindstream

Are you gathering steam?

Are you running out of steam?

Do you need to scream?

Or do you need some ice cream?

In the dark of suffering

I hear the cries and whispers,

The sobbing and huff-puckery

Of those forgotten who, you could say,

Do not matter.

                  We're all on this boat

Together

Sinking

Surging

Or paddling

             upstream.

I know you are just one radiant petal

In the thousand-eyed lotus of humanity's mandala,

One spark in God's eye,

One seeming insignificant oar in the

Great waggling
      of all
      that you
      have put off or kissed off
      or blown dandelion delayed.

Make no mistake!

This flower of humanity

Needs you to blossom

And in the center of this blazing flower

Of despair and hope,

Of freedom and dungeons,

Of all the patterned
                   row, row, rowing of your days,

You matter more than ever you might suspect.

It isn't just that you are important to YOU,

You are important to all of us

And no opening flower wants to be bereft

Of even a single petal.

Row, row, kiss your boat

Gently down the stream

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily

You are one precious spark blazing

in foolish folly

Of God's amazing dream

One pernicious spark!

One golden petal paddle!

Dipping into the rich velvet fabric

Dark, mysterious, and thickly crimson'd with passion

Time and space - belonging and place

Desire and longing and saving grace

Your eye of pollen streaming through galaxies

And the flipping 405 Freeway -

Touching and fertilizing all which you thought

- might mean so little -

- means so much -

Creating the dazzling blooming screaming flower

- of women and men of this human race -

Life is more than a dream, my delicate, fragile petal

Growing wild in eternity's garden,

- your priceless part -

Is of importance magnificent -

And it can never truly be a waste

And in doing your part

And becoming your finest role,

Your lines and flowering actions

must not be misplaced . . .

. . . Lest you drop your radiant petal to the water

. . . And leave the rest of us cursing on this blooming,

                                                                  steaming planet . . . .

Hurling through the blackened hulls

                                                of endless space.

(Copyright 2001 by Darius Gottlieb - No reproduction without express permission from the author)

Letter to the Author at CelloMorpheus@aol.com
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