ODE TO OUR SYNAPTIC MESSENGER,
AURORA BOREALIS
Remember that first cell, that stellar being
Muhammed beheld? It lies tucked deeply
In memory, bidding now to our humanity.
In fact, I know it’s the first stem cell of all,
A creation so amazing, being first and all,
That no one has guessed at its potenti all,
Living now in us, self-conscious credentials,
Our science seeking to find the means
To open us up and find the core, one
Big enough to heal a tablet of mores, a
Tablet meant to keep us healthy, but rent by
Fear and need to be right, beheaded and led
To tread over corpses, over moving fences,
Crown nations and thoughts with holy sauce.
Meant to heal us, we’ve lost the connection
To inner and outer freedom’s right; it dwells
In you as surely in me. And find it we must
Or violate our trust to create a world
Sufficient to all, a one to embrace in ecstatic
Thrall. Beam us now the proper rays, a fireworks
To ignite our unexpressed genes, the ones that hail
To stellar cell of mass and light, beamed on the
Buddha beneath his tree, Christ’s refusal to
Identify by flagrant “demonstration in the sky.”
The one bespoke, Lao Tsu, who knew of inner and
Outer mirrors’ might, a synapse of synchronicity,
With hoped-for serenity. Auroral brights rain down
Your lights, igniting the truth genetically hidden,
Reminding us now of stem cells’ might to make
Us anew, organic symphony of Christian true,
Of Muslim, Hindu and Jewish hue. Awaken in us
This ageless truth. We’ve carried it well, surviving
Hell, to savor the torch of freedom’s birthright,
A stem cell of courage to be what it will, more
Literal than any One can tell. Still, I found it out,
Toss playful, poetic missives about, just in case
You find reason to shout: “Bring it on! I’m ready
To live, oh Garden’s delight, I fear no more.”
For the snake was my heart’s agent to know truth:
You are Me and I am You. Your gift of love I accept.
‘Evermore, eternity’s now, a holy vow, to carry
This torch I’ll ring it wide, circles of compassion for
Plastic Earth and laughless mirth. “Be with me now,”
Is what I ask. Look up with me, all, to Aurora’s
Great call. We’ll echo back her thundered blessing:
“Freedom for all!” In purples and greens and
All in-betweens. I think we can engage Auroral rings,
For our quaking suggests, we’re ready at last
To draw back the bow, aim now for Aurora’s
Glow: “Freedom for all and for every moo too, for
Trail and glade, for beyond belief, all hues accrue!
Be with Me as I am, with You, for we are One,
One For All.
