Words from a Local – The Need for Freedom

*Remember*

Dedicated to the Conscious, the Semi-Conscious, the Unconscious

Brothers

Sisters

Sons and

Daughters

Mothers and

Fathers

We are One

No Less

No More

No Enemy

No War

As

Tears and

Fears

Crowd Our Bosoms-

Remember

Love

*REMEMBER*

However;

There are Those

In the Shadows

Who Stand Aside

-Skewed-

Mouthpiece to Many-

Professing

“Pestilence”

“Death…”

 And… Many…

Many Cannot See

Nor Hear

Nor Question

Who Know Not Of

The sleight of Hand

The Chicaneries

The Deception

Of the

SCHISM that Echoes:

“IF YOU CARE”

“Drink the Poison”

“Remain Afar”

“Don’t Gather”

“Don’t Breathe”

“No More Freedoms”

“No more Nature…”

“IF YOU CARE”

*REMEMBER*

We are Born

Free

Bestowed Full, Natural Immunity

Able and Capable

To Resist … Because

We are

We are People

Of Love

Of Compassion

We come from the Wild-

The Free

As are Birds

Dragon Flies

Bees, Bears

Trees, Mountains

Rivers…

And with Them Too-

Mycelia

The small

The Microscopic

The Invisible-the Air

We are Brethren

This is our world-together

We Evolve-

Live

In Symbiosis

*REMEMBER*

Consciousness

(The Great Gift)

To Note, to Critically Analyze

Distinguish and Discriminate

Illuminate, Enlighten

To Deliberately Act_

To Choose

Consciousness

(The Great Responsibility)

To Act

To Speak

To Walk

-Responsibly-

In Good Ways

‘PAY ATTENTION’

Our Lives Depend_

On All Life

On You

Me,

We

Come My Sister

My Brother

Nephew

Daughter

Come

Sit with me-

Listen

Listen

To Roaring Waves

To the Hawk’s Call

The Trickle

The Breeze

Listen! 

To the Sound of:

Hearts

Souls

Stories

Pain…

Of…Silence

Truth

 OF WISDOM

‘PAY ATTENTION’

*REMEMBER*

Our need of

FREEDOM

TO BREATH

TO CHOOSE

*REMEMBER*

To Stand Up-

All

Are Important

*REMEMBER*

To Create…

You Must First

Dream

For Love

Alfred 8.29.2021

This poem is inspired by the state of things, by You-the people. Also, by the writings of Wendell Berry and Thomas Jefferson.

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free

The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry (first published in 1968)

I am persuaded myself that the good sense of the people will always be found to be the best army. 

they may be led astray for a moment, but will soon correct themselves. 

the people are the only censors of their governors: and even their errors will tend to keep these to the true principles of their institution.

Extract from Thomas Jefferson to Edward Carrington – Paris Jan. 16. 1787