Who do we invite this me to be today,
here and now planning for our next re-arising era
toward death’s patient resolution,
graceful resonance?

Is there some supermagical meaning
in more recent unfortunate events
capable of reading mystical tea leaves,
the web of palms rooted in life’s soul of Time,
in some way that would tip us toward discarding
memories of subsistence economies,
shortages of value,
insufficient wealth of health,
to transform some new place into nirvana,
a WinWin home for all
with sensory full-consciousness challenges,
suffering,
margiinalization,
poverty,
over-fueled wilting?

What is distinct about your vocation,
embedded in our co-operating mission?