TRANSMUTATION

As above,
So below.
From the womb of exploding stars
We commence
Into the rich, obsidian black Mother Earth
We reload- Joining our ancestors
Spiritual Alchemy
Turning the base metal of our souls
Into blinding pure gold
Prismatic light.

This human, human condition>
We are these fragile, frail biological beings
All the universe tends toward entropy
Yet,
We hope
We create
We elate
We want to be MOVED
Please, please MOVE me

In this era of polyurethane bliss
Digital dialectics
Technological tactics
Cold calculations
Fluoride stares, autopilot gazes

Please, please MOVE me
Please
These HUNGER GAMES
Are no entertainment
They are real
3.5 million babies die every year
Where is the food?
WHERE IS THE FOOD?

These hunger games are so, so real
As the Arab Proverb says,
"When you shoot the arrow of truth, dip it's point in honey."
"We are all just walking each other home." (Ram Dass)