Humanity's Humanity, Here?
(Promise-free) peace pregnancy in process, possibly
Let’s make today’s trip,
not on boot or on bird wing,
but on train and blimp.
Humanity, real.
Inhumanity, true too.
Choice: where to pause, look?
Will we name madness,
hate, avarice, cowardice?
Replace with honor?
Will we keep causing
our fellow Earthlings, ourselves
harm, hurt, suffering?
Will now or next week
war fires’ ire inflame, or fade?
What we fuel, we’ll face.
Will we wake up, see,
that on Earth we’re neighbors, sibs,
that there’s no ‘other’?
On Earth, in U.S.,
standards defied, safeguards weak.
Are systems failing?
Living through collapse.
Accept, adjust, tolerate,
shrug, capitulate?
Life restoration,
life reclaim, life nourishment?
It’s still possible.
“When nothing is sure
everything is possible,”
said Margaret Drabble.
Uncertainty’s truth
grounds, feeds hope’s live fertile seeds?
Not knowing... wise, wide.
Enough we don’t know
to give up on humans, world,
to jump ship, trash hope.
Quite young species, us...
don’t know what we’re doing, yet.
Will we be well led?
Elder kin around,
living at home-preschool Earth.
From pre-birth, post-death?
Humus humans, us?
Nodes in life’s wild wise wide web,
fooled by Maya’s veil?
Holy humans, we?
Knots in mala’s ros’ry beads,
links in love’s long string?
Harmful, helpful acts...
heinous, heroic, human.
We are both, and more?
What if this we are,
human manifestations
of live wise whole being?
One, beyond borders,
non-dual, non-binary.
Marvelous, complex.
One, without owners,
free from guile, gluttony, greed.
Full of goodness, grace.
Participating
in life’s terms, ever turning.
Often surprising.
Participating
in love’s ways, ever winning.
Often amazing.
Participating
in truth’s tales, ever teaching.
Often enchanting.
Participating
in world’s plays, ever pitching.
Often game-changing.
Here, where body breathes,
branches reach out, roots dig deep.
Here, sky, soil, soul meet.
Here, open-minded,
ready to remember, learn.
Here, knock on closed doors?
Now, time to go in,
where our wise kind nature dwells.
Now, time to go on.
Now, when moments merge,
seeds, seasons sing every stage.
Now, whens, thens, all turn.
May we turn to face
past faults, falls, fails, grave mistakes.
May we then turn page.
May we turn to feel
present soft bellies, sore hearts.
May we turn tender.
May we turn to find
in Earth’s skies, seas, soils our souls.
May we turn peaceful.
May we stay rooted,
tied to what’s real, to Earth’s soil.
To each other’s souls?
To our kin’s pain, may
we not turn blind/unkind/dumb.
May we not turn numb.
To home Earth’s cries may
we not turn tone-deaf/our back.
May we not turn hard.
“We Shall Not Be Moved," spiritual and folk song from the U.S., anthem for labor unions in the 1930s and civil rights movement protest song in the 1950s/60s. Here it is sung by Good Trouble and participants at a “No Kings” rally in 2026.
May we trust the light
from our better angels’ lamps.
Dispel darkness’ fright.
May we wield the might
of our justice-loving hearts.
Life’s superpowers!
May we keep reaching
in for wisdom, compassion,
out with helping hands.
Our task, to try, trust.
Outcomes, beyond our pay grade.
Together sing tracks?
"Singing for Our Lives," activist anthem written by Holly Near after the assassinations in San Francisco of City Supervisor Harvey Milk and Mayor George Moscone. Featuring the lyric "We are a land of many colors," promotes unity, equality, and LGBTQ+ rights. Often sung at rallies and vigils, here it is sung by Holly Near and participants at a fundraising concert in 2026.
May we hold/hone hope,
‘till it flies off our joined hands.
No longer needed.
Phone photographs and videos were filmed in mid-Spring 2026 around Sonoma, California, North America, Earth.
Yes, we know enough
to know that all things will change.
We don’t know how, when.
In any case, hop(e) on this Peace Train?:
“Peace Train” song, written by Yusuf/Cat Stevens in the 1970s during the Vietnam War era, here performed by him and Playing For Change Song Around The World (>25 musicians from >12 countries) in the 2020s. Thanks, beloved Heart Sister Dawna Turner for this link!
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Comment, critique, contribute ponderings to this curious caring community?
I'm inexplicably and profoundly moved by the rock exchange. It says: let's celebrate the rare beauty of the commonplace. Yes!
Participating ... like we are earning a participatory award or a first, second, or third place designation? I feel like I need to construct a box. and stick it at the end of the driveway. One that includes little hopeful notes like the ponderings your share.