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“Most species do their own evolving, making it up as they go along, which is the way Nature intended. And this is all very natural and organic and in tune with mysterious cycles of the cosmos, which believes that there’s nothing like millions of years of really frustrating trial and error to give a species moral fiber and, in some cases, backbone.”  Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

out of the womb of Time they slide
peasants and kings, artisans and queens
murders, warriors, healers, peacemakers
the grandfathers and grandmothers
on whose shoulders we stand

they are with us, their spirits sensed
. . . . though unseen
their hearts are in our mouths
as they guard and guide

feet rooted in the mud of Earth
we drink the wine, eat the roots
and sing the songs we inherited
their sayings are our sayings
their voices are our voices
carried on breezes
like the music of cathedral bells
like the call of the muezzin
they chime and summon
they sum what came before

from their gnosis
whispered in the ear of silence
we learn: we are nameless but not lost
we too shall echo
shall be the shoulders
shall be the great progenitors
shall hold the Vision and the Light
along the path . . .
. . . . beckoning

Originally published in Brooklyn Memories

© 2012, Jamie Dedes


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“Democracy is not a spectator sport.” Bernie Sanders

“Every pair of eyes facing you has probably experienced something you could not endure.”  Lucille Clifton


  1. Can We….?

    Out of the womb of time,unseen
    from the fluids of the water lodged
    in the ground, immeasurable-
    fro sounding clay, from mud moulded
    into shape and form,gifted uniquely,
    capable,blessed with knowledge, free will

    Out of the noble pair came generations
    ‘a hundred great men’ listed Prophets as best
    in roles as guides and Messengers,as shepherds
    healers,peace makers,law givers,grand fathers
    ‘grand mothers,’ on whose shoulders we stand’

    their teachings and books are with us- but
    are we all with them ,do we read enough?
    we drink and dance, we eat and sleep
    we say what they said, but our hearts and spirits
    have drifted away, or so it seems

    is their deeper wisdom lost to the winds?
    or has it taken refuge in water tight iron boxes
    has our learning scattered like particles all over?
    the bells do chime and toll, the ‘Calls do echo’
    for there is Hope’

    and now humanity,in chaos, seeks coherence, a
    collective holism, a new more compassionate normal’
    free of hunger, poverty and disease, can we educate?
    pass on true knowledge,stop and rebuild the collapse
    ecological? can millions of bombs and guns remove hate ?

    stuck in meaningless systems can we heal breeding
    grounds of crime? or control domestic violence? or restore
    ruined soil? or raise dense green forests in days, calculated?
    wars , killings murders horrifying brutalities more we have given
    than peace gardens, joy food learning and justice equal?

    confined for years to the paths of our predecessors , we have
    been led to senseless global conflicts, mass shootings unbalanced
    social systems intense pollution and surging health crises, what good
    is in hold scaffold ed for future generations ? isolated digital deceptions?
    corruption? injustice ? suffering?

    nature has sent an unseen tsunami a warning for humanity
    to pause, think, reflect upon the grave threats, seek ways to
    peace not war, to health not sickness, to joy not grief,
    out of the womb of time slide out new meanings, the new 3 Rs
    reunion of holism , repair of community, rejoining the web of life-

    Out of the womb of time, comes a time for a reset of our precious world.

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  2. “Language Marches On”

    With gigantic glasses and
    feathered hair, yet not even
    an embryonic inkling of
    “vegan,” “churro,” or “blogs,”
    my geeky teenage self,
    still convinced that
    “sick” signified “disgusting” instead
    of “desirable,” couldn’t have
    conceived that now
    I’d chow down on
    a vegan churro bar
    while browsing blogs.
    Less baffling would’ve been the binaries
    between “swine,” “sheep,” and “cow”
    and “pork,” “mutton,” and “beef”
    because the Anglos once kept the livestock
    while the Francos devoured the viands.
    Do my nieces,
    wrinkled newborns a decade past Y2K,
    deride my Valley Girl-like sprinkling of “like”
    as, like, naff fossil-speak, and
    will they someday declare
    on my tombstone:
    “(downward arrow) (sleeping emoji) Pibling Adrian,
    rip (crying emoji)”?

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  3. “Having Once Existed”
    (Raanana, March 7, 2019)

    Having once existed,
    I will not cease to exist
    Once my life ends.

    And having once existed,
    My existence will continue
    As long as there are consequences
    No matter how insignificant
    From my existence
    Until the end of time.

    And having once existed,
    Before I existed
    I existed as a possibility
    A possibility that was inevitable
    Since time’s beginning.

    Like the universe
    That existed as a possibility
    Before time’s beginning,
    Unfolding its wondrous petals
    Of space and time,
    And will exist as a consequence
    After time’s end,
    We will exist
    Forever and ever
    And ever.

    (c) 2019, by Mike Stone (from “The Call of the Whippoorwill”)

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  4. “Yggdrasil’s Children”

    We thank our foremothers for our roots
    Reaching back to the mists of first times
    And we bless our branches
    Those that are strong and healthy
    And those that are yet to sprout
    Toward unknown skies.
    These humans think they’re so different from us
    But Yggdrasil remembers when
    Our cells split off from our eukaryotic mother.
    They walk past us like tumbleweeds
    Unattached to the soil
    As though they are going somewhere
    But it’s always the same earth,
    The same sky.

    September 3, 2019

    (c) 2019, by Mike Stone (from “The Hoopoe’s Call”)

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  5. “Outside of Eden’s Garden”

    As it is written,
    God told Abraham to take his son, Isaac,
    Whom he loved, to Mount Moriah
    To make of him a burnt offering to Him
    But sent only a messenger
    To stay Abraham’s raised knife.

    As it is written,
    Moses led the Hebrews out of Egyptian slavery
    Through the sea and deserts to the Land of Canaan
    Where from the top of Mount Nebo
    Moses saw his people enter
    The Promised Land without him
    Because God forbade him entry,
    A man with a single doubt
    Without whom his people would have perished.

    And as it is written,
    God put Job in the hands of Satan
    On condition that he spare Job’s life
    Because Job was righteous,
    No matter what evil might befall him
    Just to win a bet with Satan
    Who destroyed everyone and everything
    That poor Job had or loved.

    Sometimes it is difficult
    To tell the difference between God and Satan
    Or justify His mysterious moves
    But the truth is
    We’ve outgrown Him
    As we must if we’re to survive
    Outside of Eden’s garden.

    September 7, 2019

    (c) 2019, by Mike Stone (from “The Hoopoe’s Call”)

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  6. “In a Thousand Years”

    In a thousand years we won’t see
    People being led into temptation
    Folly, pride, hatred, and other evils
    By false prophets in white houses or mud huts.

    In a thousand years we won’t see
    Smokestacks or exhaust pipes
    Belching breathless smoke
    Into the darkened skies.

    In a thousand years we won’t see
    The rich gentry carving fat birds
    For falsetto voices and powdered faces
    While children’s stomachs bloat from hunger.

    In a thousand years we’ll see
    Tall trees with rustling leaves
    Beside brooks with grassy banks

    Because only good will be left standing
    Because only good can stand alone.

    November 29, 2019

    (c) 2019 by Mike Stone (from “The Hoopoe’s Call”)

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  7. ..kiss the ancestors..

    i am travelling to the end of the world

    with you.


    unless we stop to

    start again.

    unless we travel more careful

    we shall see

    blackened lakes.

    kissing the ancestors, hugging the memories presently.


    the will of the people over rides that of the mystery.

    throwing all into

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