THREE WORLDS - AESTHETIC, SOCIAL, & SPIRITUAL

I have seen them sitting strewn like wildflowers on a grassy hill.

Falling into innocence

like bubbles thrown up from the foot

of a nested forest waterfall

each inhalation a clean inflation

of the mirror of a sphere

thin as a dragonfly’s wing

buoyant upon Himalayan air.

Falling into innocence

like children casting bent-safety pins on a kite string tied

to skinny sticks

in hopes to catch the fabled mountain whale!

Women and men peeling off their education

to go skinny dipping

and playing at being children playing

at yogi celebration.

They count on uncounted incarnation

created by pious speculation

that one lifetime spent fishing for the Buddha

they'll pull in the big one and be

a perfected savior of Humanity.

Falling into innocence

like training for a high jump

and sniffing at me

for not seeing that courage and faith

is justified

when purchasing your innocence

with the coin of credulity.

I think that dropping into innocence

is indeed a true Mystery

with true accumulation

of altruism and molecular increments

of body mass transformation. But please!

How can you trade on future human habitation

when there are cries out in the street

of hunger and oppression?

I think I measure must be made

of acid and of alkaline

of sitting sitting on a cushion

like a gypsy's crystal ball

waiting for a fairy glow

and marching in the demonstration

to face the shield and bludgeon of State

and the Wall where martyrs go

Facing bullets with defiance

...and falling into innocence.

...and falling into innocence.

...and falling into innocence.

Like the man with a suitcase

who put the line of tanks to shame,

...and falling into innocence

like monks in robes of yellow flame.