From long years of soul preparation
From long years suffering what the planets of my birth prescribed
From long years hearing the cry of millions mashed under heel
& fist
From long years hearing Earth's anguish & groan,
the rivers & lakes of Her violated & fouled, Her rain forests levelled,
Her creatures disrespected & slaughtered
From the unprecedented crisis of all history, the nuclear hourglass
emptying into oblivion
From the failings of the short-circuited intellectual mind
From the terrible Absence of Divinity
a Voice was calling
a Melody I heard
guiding me on my journey to the Sea—
From the edge of the Western continent
From this place, Santa Cruz, Holy Cross upon which one body
has fulfilled its own suffering
From this Bay of Monterey, impregnated womb upon the coast of Gold,
long awaiting its own unique opportunity
From these cerulean calm Pacific waters, these lambent waters kindled
by the Sun
From these turbulent, stone-gray, storm-driven waters
From these waters of venturing the Moon-lit walkway
upon the deep
From long hours with eyes upon the bay gazing & gazing
From long hours surrendering to these waters, reflecting
& meditating
Before these cliffs, beaches, lighthouse,
before the teeming Boardwalk masses
Before the ever-steady, watchful dark Eye of Loma Prieta
From this land, a place of seductive beauty fatefully chosen
She rose, She was the Vision—
From this land, these waters, She rose & entered the Air,
to announce a New Age.
She, the Word come to address the hearts of all people,
Psyche, Divinity of soul, our guide, our counselor come,
to teach us transforming of suffering—
She, revelation of the new dispensation,
into time She emerged, Seed of Vision, and is with us now,
my words blossoming upon the Tree of Her Word.
1985