Into The Sixth World: November 2015

Sunday, November 15, 2015

WE PASS IT ON

"Our fundamental state is joy." El Buddha

I trust my hungers, my
body's voice, purring
howling singing weeping
laughing, I follow
her wisdom, she's always
right, mi Mamacita
called her La Llorona,
she's also Coatlicue,
IxChel, Quan Yin,
Green Tara, White
Tara, Shakti, Kali,
sweet/fierce Saraswati,
who I met in Bali,
she asked me, "What is
freedom, madam?"
The freedom of my
hungers, to be fed
beautiful food, float in
healing waters, bathe my
mermaid hair, human
body, to be loved
unconditionally this
undying Cosmos, to
dream... in spite

of wars, ongoing violence,
the innocent killed while
eating dinner, dancing at a
concert in Paris,
going to market, daily
human errands in
Beirut (and other places, the
Earth we share)- I

believe the killers are in
the minority, we who love
our hungers, laughter of
children, rising Sun Moon
Stars, who feed our
human hungers to love,
stubbornly/joyfully
dance our
freedom, always
with the other,
we pass it on
this dance
we pass it on

we shall
inherit
this wonder
Earth.

Alma Luz Villanueva (c)
San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
November 13, 2015

*I started writing this poem on November 11th,
couldn't finish it for 'some reason'- until the 13th.
We pass it on...