Be Still Brothers and Sisters. The Future Asks: Are We Being Good Ancestors? The Present Demands We Live This Question. Our Past Whispers The Answer — The Tritarian Truth: Light is Love; Love is God; God is Light. The Future Plunges to the Past — Now; Now, Now is the Time to Don Our Armor of Light.

What does the Moon Know of Time? More than I Do Of that I am Sure. It worries Nothing Of Yesterday’s Phases Or Tomorrow’s Cycles. Being Present, It Realizes Is Enough to Reflect the Light and Move Sea and Soul.

The following poem was inspired by this beautifully painful yet poignant plea from Michal Halev, whose son, Laor, was recently murdered by Hamas. Catch One Breath Just One Breath In that Sacred Space — A Space We All Share — Realize This: We All Have A Simple, But Not Easy, Choice: Love or Hate. Do Not Deny The World’s Pain and Suffering Just Listen to a Mother’s Plea: No Vengencance in My Name Allow It to Transform Your Heart Then Catch Your Next Breath — Just One Breath — And Choose Love.

In the early morning Dawn A Murder of Crows Squawked–no, cried–from the Tops of Competing Trees For what Purpose? To what End? Out of the corner of my eye A Businessman Furiously–no, frantically–pedaled By Shielded only by a gray banker’s suit and Helmet For what Purpose? To what End? High Overhead A Helicopter Hovered–no, hung–Searching, Seeking for something, Anything. For what Purpose? To what End?

For want of a seed, the root was lost. For want of a root, the tree was lost. For want of a tree, the forest was lost. For want of a forest, the stream was lost. For want of a stream, the river was lost. For want of a river, the land was lost. For want of land, a civilization was lost. And all for the want of a seed.

News and opinions poured forth From papers, pundits, and posts Each reflecting, raging, and roaring Against what? Who? And why? The searing crimes of hatred The cold adjudicators of injustice and intolerance The passive acceptance of environmental degradation My mind leapt to the fore “You know what to do — How to face these familiar foes!” Fear the world! Fight the world! Fix the world! I drew a deep breathe In the soothing silence My heart spoke

At night, when the sky is Clear And I’m far from the city Lights I gaze upon the Stars. Sometimes, I imagine those stars have Planets and I imagine some of those planets have People — People I will never See. Earth beckons soon enough and I Return– Return from my lofty, flighty thoughts. Still, I feel small, alone and adrift in this vast Mystery. But then I imagine real People, Those real people I will never see — Our Descendants and all Future Generations.

Yesterday, after living a life filled with angels and demons & beauty and heartbreak, my older brother, Tom, died. He basked in the loving and sun-filled connection of family and friends, but those joys also rode shotgun with his other lifelong shadow companions — addiction and depression. I wrote this poem a month ago. It was the last thing I shared with him on this earthly plane. Alone, I Practice My Brother’s Eulogy. Only, He’s Not Yet Dead.

Let me Tell You of My Faith My Knees are Wobbly. Humbled by My Trespasses, I Bow Low; Still, My Knees Shake– I am Seized with Anxieties, Worries. Humbled Again, I Fall unto My Knees. With Confidence and Pride, I Lift My Head and Heart Upwards. In Time, though, My Worldly Strength Wanes– I Grow Weary and My Body Quivers. I Sink Further, I Lay Prostrate upon the Sacred Ground. Still, My Dark Shadow Won’t Concede its Final Fear.