Star Gazing

A power grid collapse can

tumble your surreally  lit world.

It’s then the hazy night casts

its coal coat over the earth

obliterating differences, neutralizing

everything in the light of darkness

except the distant starry ember topping.

Then when you peer into

the incomprehensible boundless void

of the countless star-studded heavens

realization jolts your entire being

of how false-safely ensconced you are

in your caged self,  your skin-wrapped universe,

with your space as large-little as your head

and how sagacious and big-headed

you pretend to be.

Then when you gaze long and steady

at those bone shaking starry void of heaven

Realization dawns

on the futility of expressing being

with mindless action of regressive progress;

on the wisdom of being  rooted in being,

wherein effortless becoming flows,

time dilates to the now of being from which you act.

Realization makes you

break into laughter

expand your being in inclusion

to throb in unison with the universe.

The stars will jolt you

and the heavens shatter you

on a night the power grid breaks.

I You He

I’m a blue-eyed blonde

you are brown and he’s

black, you say

So what, I say

Scratch the micron skin

dig a little deep

we are all the same beneath:

tissues, marrow, blood and bones

a heart that beats and

a stomach that churns

you and he and I

in sorrow, grieve

in sadness, pine

in anger, roar

in joy, float

in jealousy, twist and turn.

So how are we different?

Did you say we are culturally different?

Beliefs, customs and art are not the same, I admit

but how does your colour argument fit?

A monotone one-cultured world

nature and nurture never unfolds.

Stop! Not again “this land is ours”!

Probe your history

‘whose land’ becomes a mystery.

Go up in space and look down

borders and boundaries blur

illusions of mind break down.

So drop your pretensions

wake up from your delusions and

walk naked my friend!