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Sam Hawkins Jul 2017
leaning from apartment rail
out from dry haven of a slant roof run
my fingers palms cups overflow

and i imagine
tiny fractal mouths all
in a pine tree nearest me

bundles of green frond tips
opening to first arizona rain

later, the afternoon sun appears
shadowed in a cloud break

every water slick
green of pine
casts ornamental silver

and one hummingbird
dodging drops
edges my head

all wonderment
grace a fresh summer's day
Sam Hawkins Jul 2017
Let this be spark to collective action!
The exercise of natural freedoms and equality.

Sever attachments, break from your safety,
from the shores of who you think you are.

Set sail with faith,
placing ideologies in abeyance.

Set sail with soul songs,
join with saints and strangers
harmoniously singing.

Be ALL as One
in open repartee.

Brothers and sisters, all of a wild nature–
none left uninvited.

Friends at heart all, all welcome!

Who shall be chief navigator?

Trace sensitive fingers on contour maps the Universe makes.
As we navigate, we invent.

With tiniest of maps (the same is the largest
with infinite pathways) we are destined exactly
to found and inhabit New Earth.

Who brings gifts of intuitive sensing?

Everyone?
Shall we draw straws?

Any can buddy up with the experts
at the rational sextant.

Every single she and he of us
is a guiding star.

Accordingly, let’s begin
convergent conversations of stars.

Of the humans who choose to stay behind, let us love them.
Let us love them and let’s be on our way!

It is enough now that many have had good intentions,
have spoken authentically, enthusiastically.

Yet they do not wish to enter in.
Each in his or her own time.

Others have voiced opposition,
demonstrated resistance.

Some others — stuck in apathy,
in numbness, powerlessness.

Is fear of ****** death
the ultimate stopping?

What is living if living itself
is death?

Are you one who has ears
to hear?

Are you that very passenger
ready to disavow, to disembark?

Have you awakened
to your own alluring whisper?

Let us begin.
Sam Hawkins Jun 2017
aboriginal
pre-literate
innocent and forever renewed

(as if flash flashing
back and forth to heaven)

one hundred trillion cells of me
notice i am noticing them

i send them
all my love

grounding

i am walking tree
with fibrous light as root

grounding

i am sitting stone
galaxy within galaxies
infinitum spinning

my body
the dance of the universe

do you tell me i am anything less?

do you tell yourself
you are anything less?
"My body's the dance of the universe" is a beautiful mantra from Deepak Chopra's book "Power Freedom and Grace"
Sam Hawkins Jun 2017
on this new moon satellite day
lunacy seems ebbed to zero

circle light perimeter fading grey
challenged peripherals

i have anticipated one hundred percent
only wild surprises

cross-tie co-synergetic
flash miracle

does that loop you in?

O new moon
with not one iota of moonlight

playful monkey
shining down
  Jun 2017 Sam Hawkins
Jewal Myors
Today I look
through sober eyes
and notice Love
oozing out of
every nook and cranny.

Where was this Beauty
which is so bountiful?
My looking glass,
I realize
was foggy--
I forgot to clean the lens
through which I viewed
the World.

I didn't even know
that it was smudged
with toxic thoughts
and simmering resentment;
with seething anger
and devastating fear...

Until I abandoned
myself to You;
Until I let go absolutely:

Today I look through sober eyes.
Sam Hawkins Jun 2017
as my two equal hands make one
in reverence in honor prayer

my left and my right brain do

let's not dwell too much on it
one hand washing the other

simple voice of reason
simple voice of nature

indivisible

at peace
remembering
inspired in part by reading the work of Thomas Paine and by reading Carl Sagan's "Dragons of Eden: Speculations on the Evolution of Human Intelligence"....chapter "Madmen and Lovers"
Sam Hawkins Jun 2017
With lift-off intention I jumped to fly.
I was something like root grounded tree.

Taking flight was so absolutely hard,
though my guru counseled me.

With acquired and studied implements
I tried to cut each holding.

My intellect in truth was rather dull,
though Spirit bolding.

In hieroglyphic's manual page 222
I intuited hints, incantations true.

Here for scheming:
Fly-O  Fly-O  Fly Fly-O!

I recited that fortissimo for a week
in lucid dreaming.

Then my weighed body, my un-weighed soul
together I suppose remembered it simply,
that God had intimated flight for me
(gratuitously gave).

In classical mind's eye I spied
Icarus sploshing in a wave.

Entered in-- Ab-or-ig-inal Self.
Whoa, I said, hello!
shocked at that showing.

I know... I know... I know...
with ease -- be natural, just be still.

Unequivocally state
(this way make your start)
I need help.

so I believed it
I spoke it

and then I sailed and sailed away
with freedom, my heart.
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