Give Life as Soul; All One, Thus, Be

              By  L. S. Heatherly

I.

Cast to lands, though, far from thee!

Cast one breath; then all are free!

Into the heart evolved for thee! 

Common soul of humanity!

Into Earth-life emerged with thee! 

Cast soul into human cradle
Eight million strong-- Earth-life labeled!

Cast not into dead Lifelessness!

Be found! With soul, alive with bliss!

II.

Cast alms to poor? Feigned grace we see!

Cast soul to soul: soul-alms set free!

Give life and soul! All one, thus, be!

Sow soul as alms; reap humanity!

Wealth is power, and rules through this:

Parent and child shall have less bliss!

III.

What doth happen; it's plain to see

When, not oft', mind's and heart's refrain 

Meet-up, on Life's seldom used, sweet lane!

Oh, suddenly, our soul slips in!

Mind and heart's-- friend of old,

And bearer of Life's only gold!

Our world transforms, so pure and clean!

Our hearts hold seeds for Child's soul-light,

Wells-up and out-- our Human Spring!

Wakes, now, heart's lone, cold night!

When babe and mother-eyes meet free;

And child finds home on father's knee.

IV.

That parent and child shall have less bliss:

All wealthy men take vows to this!

Cast soul as alms; and free thus be!
Give life as soul; all one, thus, be!

Copyright 2016  L.S. Heatherly

Free Play of Life

Listen, closely, to chirps and songs of birds;
To howls and moans of gathered worlves;
To suckling babes, and romping toddler kids.

Watch, closely; all freedom unfolds in spontaneity.
Growing Love is the one, and only, deity!

Here, on Life's love-play grounds;
Love flashes within Living Nature's bounds!

Feel, Earth-Human-Life-Love grow connected!
Artificial law, through this, will be rejected!

Spontaneity! Life and Love spring!
Here, inter-springing, are Spirits inter-singing!

Mourn this bliss, now, mis-decaying away.
Study, the hitch and glitch of high-tech play.

Study, our Life and Heart away!
Love's blueprints; are being s-mattered away!




Copyright L.S. Heatherly 2014

Birth of Soul

             by L.S. Heatherly

Soul -- in singing, talking, playing music;
In living, loving, and being human:

Something unbought by diploma's hubris;
Ungained by travel, arts, and science in hand;

Something growing outward, upward and true:
Where yearning stops; Heart throbs; and Earth-love springs;

Enfolding the child, relating love's rule,
Over all Human and Earth brought things.

Soul is mother of family, village, and fairness;
Of bondings, givings, receivings: all this

Old treasure defies the greedy and selfish!
Soul is wonders, splendors, all lovings' sweet bliss!

Soul's a sweet cup, sipped here, in fleeting time;
So unworthy, we, of soul's long presence.

Human heart's vision is Culture's essence.
Soul's decision is pure, ancient, and sublime.

With each arising from our depths,
We are, briefly, born again-blessed.

With each pollution of child's purity;
We pollute, strike short, our futurity.



Copyright 2013 L.S. Heatherly