Poem – Living Beings – Near a Western Red Cedar


we are the same as those who
came before.

yet our distance from our kind
is great.

do we not see that
we the living,
all of the living,
are a clan?

each with natures unique
but living and
this simple fact:
our being.

existence
is a bond so great
in this vast universe of light
and rock and gas.

we are livings’ keepers.

this is our moral; this is what we should do.

the illusion is the division
of us living.

and more.

human arrogance.

Sept 2012

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