Let’s join the caravan from here to there
From fantasy to earth my friend
Feel sun on your face and wind in your hair
Let sensual truth ascend
How far is the place we truly belong?
It touches our feet and sings
Were we here when communities first made their songs?
Summer, Winter and Spring?
You trod on this soil and broke its bread
And in forests not of your making
You stepped by the codes of the filial dead
Wood songs drew your singing
Does the road lead uphill? It seems so far
From law and wage and schooling?
There are no miles to where you are
Let them go. End your fooling
Greed of wealth made law and school
To supress how we’d respond
To soil and plant and water ruled
By other laws and bonds
There are no miles to our common home
But a foot-worn way of seeing
Where mile-full, fenced exclusions roam
And we trespass our own being
Where lives are ruled by nothingness
And the sensual world is lost
And deepest loves are meaningless
And life is hung with frost
Not of cold, but heat-frozen time
Fires of fossilised years
Man ascending a dead energy climb
To gas and ashes and tears
Relax into soils of home my friend
There is no journey there
It is where life begins and ends
Finite, true and fair
Ah Christina Rossetti, wonderful that last stanza especially sums it all up!
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