(a poem about living on the campus of The University of Ascension Science and The Physics of Rebellion at Avalon Organic Gardens & EcoVillagein Tumacácori, Arizona)
We are coming together
in The Palm of God’s Hand—
of fields, furrows, domes, and dotted dwellings,
of hearts expanding, minds becoming saner.
We are reaching through God’s fingers
to the worn-out world,
praying as we work,
and bringing down a song.
And something big is happening!
Change vibrates in ever-growing circles
as particles align to darkness or to light.
Slowly the sacred seed of parched millenniums
begins to sprout in hope;
the shining ones around us whisper wisdom;
divine pattern dances
as all the loyal beings hold their breath. . . .
For just below the glowing rim of earth
the new dawn rises
resplendent with the promise of the Son.