Instead of a spell
in mortar and pestle dwell
cast potions and powders aside
to climb aboard magic carpet of dreams
When the cruel have been culled to fertilizer,
when clawed hand way of the coin has passed,
when we return to garden again, a community.
When plastic and propaganda have been chucked,
when trees, water, and art inhabit precedence,
when usses and thems fall away and become we.
When coal, petroleum, fission energy are no more.
When we embrace sun, wind, geothermal, hydro-
electric; endless resources that are happy to give.
When our population dwindles with zero growth,
when we kibbutz and grow our own sustenance,
when factory farms are yesterday’s nightmare.
When the clock is a seasonal one,
where our labors bear literal fruit,
where no man is our master,
where skyscrapers crumble,
where bluebirds sing out,
where nightmares flee
is the time and place
I want to be.
image: “Revit Rendering,” by Brooke Adams
Bjorn is today’s host for dVerse’ Meet the Bar. We are celebrating dVerse’ 10th anniversary this week. Bjorn says:
You can either write a chant, with real words or nonsense words where you focus on the sound and how it shall be sung. Or incorporate elements of chant with hypnotic repetitions