“the heart is our lens for seeing” Raffi Cavoukian
In this time of rising tides
in this time of shattering
in this shorn hair time, where darkness
pools; let the blessed black of holy night
where mystery holds sway by right
again become a resting place, guarded
by those who walk ferocious
in the service of love. And let us speak
of all the things gone right, hold them
up to the light, in reflection notice
our own potential, atomic
charged and dancing, centred.
How remarkable the heart, our lens
for seeing. Let it guide our eyes
direct our gaze to spruce root, as to
wireless worldwide chime, both
holding on, both conversation
with others known, by pulses of light, coded
and readable. Here, we can reach
around the world in moments
trusting filament and air. So, too
let us trust the coded conversation
of root through earth via mineral.
We talk via coltan,copper, resin
spruce talk via roots. This is the greater
wave, the deeper pulse, the listening.
Under winter’s dark boughs, still the heart
a lens for seeing how these old ones
walk ferocious, in the service of love.