Paradise

The Promised Land

Looks like milk flowing from a breast

The Muse conjuring up a deep breath before

She speaks about freedom and our uncivil war

Gathering rainclouds

Sucking up the air, showering us

Cleansing us

Quenching our thirst

Our words and actions sometimes startle

Sometimes confuse

We beat our heads against

Too many walls without knowing

We can walk through them in Spirit forms

While we dance across the dry desert

Through the lush forest, the deep blue sea

We imagine, dream, feel the magic of being

Fully alive in this moment, and the next

But uncertain about the future

We grieve, we cry, we wail and rail against

The demons we project onto “those others”

Those different from us, 

Those we think of as strange

Who are the strangers, but ourselves?

Dark shadows inside us, sprouting 

Out of our skin, pouring all over the world

When we are unaware

We try hard

We make mistakes

We apologize and hopefully

Forgive others and ourselves

There is no Beauty or Love

Greater than sweetness and light

Honey and animals, beasts, bugs and reptiles

The plants, trees and all of life

Our paradise

For now