Start A Fire

Coyote lays it on the line to some 

backsliding Boomers

There Earth, there Heaven, those I know.

From the Divine, interventions we crave.

It’s the Divinity close we want to touch.

We of course cannot, as I have before said.

Poet knows, Watcher knows, Traveler knows.

But you and you and you do not know.

Didn’t we learn something from The Moody Blues, 

In Search of the Lost Chord?

Cat Stevens’ Tea For the Tillerman?

Simon and Garfunkle’s Bridge Over Troubled Water?

Jefferson Airplane’s Surrealistic Pillow?

Gabrieli, Beethoven, Hindemith, and Nielsen?

Doing what were you those youthful years all?

Laugh if you must, but so essential those times were.

Forget did you fundamental humility and 

rules for honor and dignity there are?

On Earth, live the time of your life;

the life of your time; life without fear.

You work. You play. You live truly.

Condemn evil, be kind and gentle.

Speak of goodness, do charity.

Become fire. Become that lover, red hot.

From: Addendum

A work in progress