We may simmer the Bacon and Boyle the egg;
We may born it in purple, and get all creative!
We may envision a thousand cranes flying over an olive tree
or a dove, who’s stilling in flight as a guardian light, heralding
Hark! . . . from an angel who sings;
Exulting!

But, in OUR triads of "chosenness," glory and trauma
we need to walk in it
and not just talk about it!
. . . wearing our reversible jackets
never doing, what cannot be undone
and if need be, turning to it, about facing it, head on . . .

Are you in the "white," or the "green?"
Measure your perceptible, in His "inflexion" of sheen!
Your alacrity, your albedo
. . . So, how far does yours go?
Look out your visible windows, and step back from all sentience
regnant before the flowering, work it baby, in another wilderness!

There, in your signature books, gather all your entries, and be good at it!
Beckon! . . . and, know, now, that anything human is unequaled!
If you want peace, then, prepare for war!
"Never. . .  I will not lie down in that last ditch with William of Orange!"
If you want to ensure peace, must we appease tyranny
or, is it bounden to have no inkling of it?

There are no clouds in my sky, therefore the clouds do not exist . . .
"No. . . . there's no road to peace, for, peace is the road!"
Let us walk down it together so we can envision it!
Arm in arm, in a new Age of Reason, of nonviolence and empathy
Returning to the bedrock of universiality
distributing blame and arraign, and find something to respect in everybody!

Mentation. I think!
Here, where mysticism sips of unity
and quietism, should begin in our classrooms
Mickey Mouse a Chaucer? McDonald's, a Shakespeare, Madonna a Bunyan?
Yes, enlist the artists, the literary people architects and sculptors
with the painters, and the poets!

Anticipate the views that group the world!
Newspeak?
WelI, I would much rather see an artist, creatively portraying a new reach,  where
People could love each other. . .
People could be beautiful!
People could be kind, and good. . .

Let's be the Coming Race with "sociological imaginations!"
Come join the scientists with us bards , just around the corner at the local bar
or, to one of my favorite coffee spots, where we could all speculate about the contents of our box!
Helping make society new!
Helping, me, for ourselves and you!
Helping the world see that the sky can be,  totally blue!

May we open our corrugated flaps another way, and look at ourselves!
Hark! For, that same angel stilled, still sung
Exulting!
. . . and when the new feed is laid down in Spring; Triumphant!
Winter is almost here, purifying us, now, preparing us for Christmas
and, another New Year . . .

Let us hope, now,  on a new season!
Never once, since that first garden, has it ever blossomed again
until now. . .
Two-thousand and eight
for mankind, for life!

Enter the New Eden. . .

 

 

Copyright 2007
Kimmy Van Kooten