Utopia

I am In Utopia 

An unpaved path winds along a flowing stream of fresh 
unpolluted water.
I walk from my home down this tree lined path, smelling fresh 
air, deep earth, and musky grasses.
Like happy birds I can see my neighbors as they too go about 
their lives.
Some are gardening in the community garden, some are 
taking kids to school, some are organizing an art event.
In Utopia we all can share our gifts and our vision.   
This is easy because art is valued more than war.   
Education is valued more than war.   
Understanding and compassion abound in Utopia.
There is no need for war
We understand the polarities that urge us to our inner battles.   
These too are honored and mediated with loving attention and practice.
There are no violent TV shows
Our children are free to play and pray in the streets.
We are free to dance and sing and express ourselves without fear.
In Utopia fear is understood to be just what it is.
A feeling that will pass and be transmuted into love. 

Bridges of everflowing streams of energy
dreaming a planet of constancy
and moving cycles
a stream of energies
a stream of consciousness
connected by bridges that we are...
I take your hand
come and crossover
in time and space
Respect.
Emptiness of doubt
of fear...
Becoming the hollow flute
so this melody can inhabit the spirit
and speak your truth
invite this richness
gentle flow of abundance surrounding us
Now we thirst no more
Now we hunger no more
over pettiness
Release the joy
watch it
be it
feel the soaring creature above the sky,
infinite possibilities...
be the flight        
and feed the heart of all abundance of magic. 

Overgrown landscapes, evoking wildness
Trees, grasses, bushes overwhelming
In lost colors and sounds of wilderness
Camaraderie among neighbors, a common tribe
Creating dance and movement, an expression
Of all that unites us, all that is shared
In Common dreams joined in safety
Hands, helping hands
Touching and breathing, breathing and touching
Cleaning the air between us, as children play
Among palm trees swaying
In the dappled California light
Peace amid calm, communities linked
A common race of man and woman,
Shared visions, building spaces open to the sky
Nature encroaches as the hills come down, touching us
We Notice, the chaparral becomes us,
Fields of poppies running wild and free again
Human tribes, organized, taking care of one another
Feeding, healing, sheltering in deep,
Spirit that animates us all 

What breadth of dominion. Worlds to conquer with love. And who is the demon who can't believe what is yet to manifest, this creature of habit whose vision is dark from snuffling through shadows. From a distance Ideal is a shining beacon of hope, a place to arrive at journey's end - to retire to - to back on struggle and survival and reside with life, a companion to nothing, precious nothing.