We Shall Stumble Home

for Gary S. Snyder (and his knowing how to be)

I
You know, friends of Earth-Humanity,
Ever longing to be free,

From art's paradise lost;
We may, again, come to be:

From restoring at all cost
Old humanity, now lost,

We'll  find and re-become as one
Streambeds of human nature's run.

II
And whole, again, midst Mother Earth,
We shall discover our rebirth;

Find our Home, in Earth again,
Calling back Her child within;

Yes, reinstill our Life with Soul,
Some natural way.

Yes, we shall stumble Home again,
Some natural day.



Copyright L.S. Heatherly 2012

Hurry Home Sonoran

The monsoon has replenished the desert with life;
Streambeds are aflowin', and life-force is ripe.

Falltime is acomin', and the air has some bite;
Daytime half-rules, and wildlife's in sight.

Won't you hurry, hurry, hurry home!
Won't you hurry, hurry, hurry home!

Mother Nature is acomin' to check all our blights;
Our Source is acallin' to divorce wrongs from rights.

Storm clouds mate sunlight, Earth's first primal rite:
The passage to meaning that gives matter life.

Won't you hurry, hurry, hurry home!
Won't you hurry, hurry, hurry home!

Instincts are arisin', to mate reason with light.
Our soul is aburnin', to re-fire our birthrights.

7/2007