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Calm Worlds


- a poem to intentional community


Calm Worlds within us

our friends radiation

willing and beautiful


guides us into the deep

-surely keeping

dear to their children


us.

With gentle brilliance

their equestrian enthusiasm


cries out

at each strum of sincerity

we effort


-toward oneness, 

their Love

and ours


the Great!

Spirit of all

created.


Approaching dawn

billions of people

are drawn


by inward voices

asking

for their wounds to heal


they wait,

insisting on hearing

stretching their heart


not once fearing

all ravaging hatred

now astoundingly lifted


revealed on this day

made of moments

made of ours


the Great!

Hear it!

for all who have listened.


Speak!

Now!

for across all you cross


A. the plainness of words can

B. for the faintest of un-heards will

C. an irreducible choice


Re-Joy

Joy-Re

Rejoice!


There walk spirits on paths

that ponder no crime

who sadly now notice


the hell this time.

Others consumed

by dire questions


stare and blankly

participate

-these spirits are scared.


But,

all shall burn back

to your bond iridescence.


You enthrall all misery

and blanket

our essence.


Burnished

between tense opposites

we shall


learn the feel

of Love

and lack of.


We are friends within friends

growing clear as we gather

close.


Flowing embraced

and poured

into the light.


Circling

hand held us

sincere


with kindness setting home.

to our mother

Earth.


- W. Zell

          SONNET  I          - by Paul Beidler


The hills of Northeon so filled with trees

So large so scaled with moss and lichen grey

With streams and springs rippling amongst the stones

And randomly arranged on both the banks

For all to admire when passing by

As though to remind us to remember

To observe the several centers whole

Thence to pray sacred beings ever

Looming in the shadows of the spirit

God given purpose intertwined within

Our tangled array of fibers and veins

Our tendons stretched beyond their muscled scope

   Each day anew without assurance that

   Another day may bring a renewed hope

                                                                      



Copyright © 2010 Will Zell    All Rights Reserved. 

Photo: Father’s (Will Broome II)   “Christ”

Oil on Canvas, 24” x 36”