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
Tao Talk 
I love it, your chant read almost like a hymn for a simpler life, I think we will end up there, but I am concerned about the journey more than the goal.
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Thank you for your thoughtful comment, Bjorn. I hope we end up there also.
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brilliant! love it! well done! ❤
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Thank you, Carol anne 🙂
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This is incredibly potent! I especially love how you tie it up with; “When the clock is a seasonal one, where our labors bear literal fruit,”.. 💝💝 May it become easier for mankind…
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Sanaa, thank you ❤
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Given the events in Surfside, the skyscrapers ARE crumbling. A striking poem, well penned.
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Thanks much, Beverly. For sure on the crumbling buildings.
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When I read this Lisa, I was drawn in, captured — so fine my friend… and the recorded chant grabbed me and held me. So cool!
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Rob, I’m glad it captured you. I pray we can be healed from our sickness and get back to a better place. I love hearing First Peoples chanting (and drumming.) There is such power in it.
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A lovely chant with a soothing end
“where nightmares flee
is the time and place
I want to be.”
Much💜love
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Thank you, Gillena 🙂
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What a beautiful poem Li. Love it’s flow and rhythm. Great message too
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Many thanks, Sadje. I hope it comes to pass.
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You’re welcome! I hope it does
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Your last stanza swells with pride and hope. If only….. I pray that day will come in the future.
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Thank you, Grace ❤
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We have wrecked enough havoc on Nature and her resources. That’s sounds like a great time and place to be. Beautifully written, Li
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Thank you, Shweta.
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You’re welcome 😊
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Your last stanza is the prayer that should be in every heart. ❤️
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❤ Heartfelt thanks, Punam.
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My absolute pleasure. ❤️
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Lisa, this is my heart’s prayer, too. You created such a heartfelt chant. And also taught me a new word — kibbutz.
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Rosemarie, I’m happy to hear it. I know that kibbutz is a Jewish term but the idea is still sound for non-Jewish people like myself.
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yes. definitely, Ms. Lisa. I agree.
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Really nice!
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Thank you 🙂
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Me too Lisa, one ticket to the future, please!
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🙂
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When oh when oh when …. I hear you, I feel you. Yours is a spectacular chant.
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Helen thank you. I hope soon!
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An anthem for a better future. Great use of repetition to build a picture of a new world. (K)
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Thank you, K.
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your chants, written and recorded, struck deeply … where we all want to be!
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I would love it to come to pass ❤
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or maybe we just need to adapt 🙂
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I like how this plays with nature and community. A kind of lament about us forgetting our roots and finding our way to peace – the repetition of “when” seems to add to the urgency that something is wrong. I also liked the line “when factory farms are yesterday’s nightmare”. Can’t wait for that one. 🙂
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Thank you very much for your thoughtful comment. Glad you connected with the poem.
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You did such a good job with this verse, Lisa. I want to be here if and when all that happens, too!🌞
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🙂 ❤
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This is a lovely poem, Li. Oh, that it might just be prophetic!
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Chris, thank you, my friend, yes may it come to pass.
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Nice one Lisa. Nice thought.
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Thank you, Max 🙂
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