Still Voices are Calling : Two Poems

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                              Divine Dramas

Remember, my heart, God's sweet love invisible

Hiding as it does behind all manner of things

Nature's sweet embrace and violent fury

Her generosity one day and scarcity the next

Spirit lingers as invisible stage for many dramas

Constant is his love but inconstant the manifestation

Nature is his mothering side

She is for my deep soul education 

Gifts of life and body and all manner of things

Gift too is death and being soul-naked

And loss of irrelevant things

Ever do I continue through it all, learning of my immortality

Dive deep, fly high, and never quaver

All is food for immortal adventuring 

Stretch you must, my soul, your loving embrace

Include therein all polar opposites

I am a soul ... naked of parts and periphery and vulnerability

I am a soul that can not die

I am one with the Father-Spirit

Remind me of this, oh Nature, by your inconstancy

                 The Planet is Calling

I am heading off into the World-Woods

The call of the land is what I am feeling

My heart tells me I am child of Earth

And that she cares for me

I am looking for my Tribe or Village

Those who know we are Earth's Children

Those who know as the Indians know

Earth does not belong to us but we to her

I will mingle with the four elements

Fire-Sunshine, Water-Rain, Air-Atmosphere, Earth

I will have great power as I share Earth

She is gift to share as The Father shares her with me

My strong back and arms will gently work with her bounty

I will leave her more rich because I have been here

I will care for the earth and then give her back

And thus inherit the next realm within

I am one who can name things

Sight and Sound I have conquered

Mingling these I create language

See/hear symbols I can make

No animal can name things but I human can

No animal can name himself "Steward of Earth"

Only humans can use sound and sight to make language and culture

And create a global world community and culture with these tools

"Pacha Mama", say the humans of South America

"Prakriti"  say the humans from India, naming Mother Earth Divine

Perhaps we will one day bridge separate languages/cultures/nations

And name ourselves "One Global Human Village"

All peaceful children of the Mother Planet

We will someday learn to fly the Inner Light Body

And ascend to our cosmic inheritance

Waiting for us to claim it