A Miracle to Believe In Rainbow Warriors all follow the rainbow, While rainbows follow them everywhere, Occupying both their hearts and visions, With ambitions for peace, love, and joy. Whilst suffering the slings and arrows, Of, more unforgiving episodic fortunes! Yet, amongst the noblest of all qualities, The appreciation, of our innate humanity: One half of me is yours.... the other half yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine.... then yours! And so all yours as I embrace you as I would myself! For we few, we happy few... we are a band of brothers! The truth's softest light.. shines adoringly upon the moon! Forever sparking wondrous love and inspiration amongst us! Simple desires, for any to cherish, laugh, play, give, and forgive! As well as to on occasion forget, ignore, reject, protect, and to heal! Namaste, Namaste, Namaste, Namaste! I celebrate the Universe within us all! A paradox of existence, to believe in! The spark within all that cannot die! The eternal abiding flame of wonder! The singular sublime victorious truth! The easiest place to find any miracles; Is to look for the miracle within us all, That which nobody could actually steal! That which forever, defines our freedom! That which none, might actually corrupt! That which none might ever actually lose! Love and honor, your Mother and Father! Embrace the miracle, of your loving Truth! Embrace your own nature, and your Truth! Embrace a loving miracle we may all share!Embrace that, which is beyond mere words! Discover for yourself, how love still blooms! Treasure all humanity, as your long lost kin! Discover for yourself, what anyone can give! Discover our journey, on a road less traveled! Discover for yourself what anyone can share! The shadow, but our memory of the brilliance! The brilliance, forever, abiding within shadow; Nothing is more brilliant, than our fellowship! The beacon guiding us on to the promised land! The lighthouse beacon, guiding all in the storm! Wondrous spark of life, illuminating our world! Wondrous spark illuminating our darkest night! Wondrous spark inside, that never actually dies!Wondrous tiny spark illuminating our rainbows! Celebrate the miracle of our One enduring Truth! Celebrate our gift of a miracle to Truly believe in! Celebrate a miracle that keeps on giving eternally! Celebrate your own loving truth which never dies! The one love, none other than ourselves can know! The love that we alone, may ever give to ourselves! The love which survives the worst life has to offer! The love which says more than any words ever can! The love, that abides within everything in creation! The love calling out, to every heart lost in darkness! Knowing that love, is so much more than a concept! Abiding awareness yet dwelling within the moment!The love we share with ourselves, then with another! The love that takes any licking, and keeps on ticking! Our silent explanation, rises with the universal choir! Our own silent voice, become the loudest in any room! Our own silent victories reside, for all to bear witness! The silent victory, ennobling ever more silent victories! The love shared between family, friends and neighbors! The love we share, in raising up the lowest amongst us!The love that each can only know for themselves is real! The loving gratitude, respect, and humor among friends! The love showing, as we all smile with our entire bodies! The love we share blooming, greater than a sum of parts! The sheer comfort in accepting and celebrating! One another for merely being who we really are! Ourselves, simply for being who we actually are! Free at last the roaring silence become deafening! Reminding me the stars above can only dance within the void, All the fish in the oceans, can only swim to greater depths, And the music I adore can only soar to greater heights, Because of the silent pauses, and the empty spaces, Enveloping everything everywhere in existence. Between each twinkling mote of awareness, Within everything in the entire universe, Making, it possible for mere mortals, To see the light without our eyes. To listen without having ears, To taste without a tongue, To stop to smell flowers, Unable to even smell. If we but open our hearts, to a true miracle to believe in! That which no mere mortal might ever hope to conquer! That which no mere mortals can even hope to control! That which simply by abiding conquers all before it! Abiding just out of reach, within all of humanity! The spark within all, which cannot actually die! Illuminating the way on our darkest of nights! Illuminating our way on a road less traveled! Illuminating the way, in dazzling daylight! Illuminating the blinding light of the sun! Illuminating any shadows, in our minds! Like my master Socrates my one desire! To become as beautiful, outside as in! To live a miracle, with each step I take along the rainbow path! Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil! For thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me; Our worst nightmares slowly fading away to be forgotten, Upon recalling how to embrace a greater miracle within! Upon recalling, that our spark within simply cannot die! Allowing all of our loving hearts to speak for themselves. Encouraging everybody, to sing and speak from the heart, To listen to the hearts of others, first listening to our own! To listen to all our hearts becoming one in sharing the love! Enjoying any silences between us, as much as simple words! Enjoying our shared, silent explanations and silent victories; Enjoying simply relaxing, and sharing whatever we still may. Beautiful words of our truth may hang in the air between us! In defiance of unbalanced gravity our words might take wing; Using beautiful words all might find a path to true happiness! Using beautiful words we may make our world what we want! Using beautiful words we can hear the voices of angels singing! Lovingly said our words become imbued with new life and light; Lovingly spoken beautiful words, might inspire the whole world! Using beautiful words we may help one another up onto our feet. Sublime surrender, abides in simply sharing what all hold dearest! Our mutual love and honor imbuing new life unto all good things; Our freedom, to grant ourselves freedom and share it with another, Beginning with the freedom to share all of our more glorious words. For the miracle to believe in remains what makes anything possible! Nobody may ever corrupt that, which remains forever incorruptible! Nobody can force upon themselves, whatever they yet forever reject! Nobody can force on another, that which they themselves still reject! Nobody may ever destroy, that which lies beyond any physical forces! Nobody real could ever steal, what all know may only be given away! Nobody might ever lose, what anyone knows may only be given away! Nobody can ever take away from another what might merely be given! With any paradox of existence you are what you is and that's all it tis! For a miracle to believe in, remains the spark within us that never dies! The miracle that all anyone ever requires, is to have faith in themselves! The miracle that the Truth remains something all of humanity embraces! To grant ourselves permission, to dance to the silent notes of our melody, To become poetry in motion in our moment for the world to bare witness! Dancing deliciously between our delightful invisible gossamer moonbeams! Forever kindling happiness, joy, and contentment with our own awareness! The silent victory is a miracle to believe in that speaks louder than any words, The silent explanation contained in the silent song of ignorant wisdom and virtue, The ubiquitous poetry in motion of all life forever defying any attempt at explanation!
Someone once commented on this poem that, "Everybody needs a miracle to believe in!" Despite being agnostic I still happen to agree wholeheartedly with them and defy anyone to prove that love can be meaningful if it is merely so much chemistry and physics. The title of this poem comes from my favorite book by the Option Institute about a brain damaged autistic child they worked with (which you can find online for free), however, here it refers to my first Rainbow Gathering where I would estimate over half of the homeless men brought there early to help set up camps were brain damaged to various degrees and most came from abusive backgrounds. It was when Ronald Reagan emptied the mental institutions all across the country and homelessness first became a widespread problem in the wealthiest country in the world. I saw violent schizophrenics fighting among themselves with knives and two-by-fours over stale donuts and stealing one another's shoes because half of them were barefoot, while the cops chased them from one city to the next. A common side effect of brain damage is losing your sense of smell. I lost my own sense of smell at three years old when I almost died from brain damage in a fall. Once in a blue moon I smell something but, almost always, I can't identify it because I have so little experience with such things. Other than a couple of flowers and my own farts I've never been able to identify anything I've smelled. Of course, doctors seldom bother to mention such things to people with brain damage just as the American football industry conveniently suppressed knowledge of the brain damage they were promoting. I discovered the hard way myself that many go through life without every knowing they have suffered a significant loss. That first gathering is where Wu Li was born some 30 years ago and what still inspires everything I write to this very day.
