It’s late, and I’m hungry
for something information can’t fulfill.
My mind is full, but my body craves
some idea idea to move inside –
to enter and be transformed.
All my words could not bring peace to the world at my fingertips,
a world that teeters on the brink,
a world that doesn’t know its own course, its own velocity.
Whoever tells you humans are like animals
has failed to recognize the tendency
to fashion belief from dullest instinct,
and follow it into death’s lair
as if it were a great purpose.
We possess the instinct to survive,
and a talent for confusing survival
with blind consumption.
We still hunt the jungle,
unaware that life is more,
Numbed by the thrill
of shopping, investing, war.
Words cannot encompass this tragedy.
Its pathos looms over the internet tonight
as income inequality, political corruption, sea level rise.
My mind has reached the barrier of comprehension.
I lie here, hungry inside.
I must believe there’s something more than information –
some kind of theme, some reason –
I must, at least, move through my tension,
in dance, in song, creation.
I used to escape through New Age myth.
As I fed my fact-starved brain tnight, I felt all the more
the need for myth – what else makes the tragedy worthwhile?
Are we headed for an era
where greed and accumulation fall out of fashion,
where those who survived, who evolved,
communicate wirelessly through bio-technology,
(all designed, of course, ethically),
to enhance our ability to help and heal
at no cost to ourselves or the planet?
Is our instinct to consume, in fact,
our hero’s quest – and is this the place where we lay down our swords
and finally face the inner demons
who brought us here?
Only to rise again, cleansed of our shame,
enlightened of our rightful place in things,
ready to be who we really are,
ready to heal?
Is this the place?