I, A Poet

I do not accept the present however tightly woven its Fabric—

I, a poet, I dare to take up the Thread given to me this day,

put into my hand,

by Psyche Divine—

I will weave anew the Fabric of this world, day by day;

and year by year, I will weave a Vision throughout all my poems,

until I die.

I am well aware, I am not a corporate CEO, I am not a general,

I am not a Senator, nor a presidential advisor, I am not the President.

I do not belong to an elite ruling family of this world,

I am not privy to the inner circle of secret global conspirators.

I have no money. I do not own property. No one works for me.

But dare I say, that will not stop me, I will sing nonetheless.

I have been given something greater than all the world—

A Vision of Divinity

I, a poet, a mere poet, perhaps some might think, but boldly I claim

I am redirecting this world on a different course—

Through me, this Vision executes its commanding, evolutionary intention,

that it might be the inspiration of our renewal, the fountainhead of new culture,

perhaps even the divine fountainhead of the coming religion of the future,

of all that the Mythos might reveal.

Do I sound grandiose in my claim?

But I am not alone in my claim, and will not be alone—

Any of you can receive this Vision of Divinity

It is coming to all of you

And when you do receive, each of you, in your own way,

I dare say, you will find, you cannot help but speak likewise—

You will know firsthand.

And there is no doubt, despite what may come,

across what distances & barriers,

I remain your poet, forever I remain your poet;

and you—

What magnificence are you?

And you & I will weave anew

the Fabric of this sick, self-destructive, power-mad

& miserly world

together

January 1, 1999