Dawn refreshes chances, Hexagram 8, and Curtis Mayfield
Every day the same sky above us,
the sun and moon
distant to us enough
moving and changing
taken for granted.
We fixate on clouds;
obscuring
clear vision beyond
even our most distant shores.
Looking at the horizon,
or prone gazing,
do we drum up meaning
from snowfall,
from rain?
A cypher in starlight
or pristine jewel amidst clear blue?
Or is there nothing
save what our eyes and brain conjure
set against seemingly endless mystery:
how are we even alive
drifting in the vastness of the cosmos?
Please swallow that political jargon.
Such poison nourishes no living thing;
making real a collective hallucination
of hubris and indignity.
Whatever positions
of personal gain or power are sought,
all made worthless
when cell walls dissolve
and microbes mix bodies with soil.
Standing on loving soil,
our ancestors
returned to us as nourishment
one sky hovers over all;
none deserving more or less these gifts.
Tiers of worthiness lead
always to tears of misery.
Dawn refreshes chances
to draw on inexhaustible grace
expressed as loving presence;
where language falls silent
we remember our wisdom.
"Water flows to unite with water, because all parts of it are subject to the same laws. So too should human society hold together through a community of interests that allows each individual to feel themself a member of a whole." I Ching, Hexagram 8
Inspired by Curtis Mayfield's "Power to the People."