Love hero,
my journey is taking me
to the Holy Land
to search for you in the
middle of the vortex,
ground zero for the Third
World War.
I go searching for you,
tenderness,
the liberator of my poem
as the word of love
becomes flesh in your
sacred arms.
Love Hero, Israel needs
the anti-nuclear Goddess
shouting at Moses on Mount
Sinai
the new commandment of
think
like a planet,
justice on a worldwide
scale,
a compassionate program
that transcends nationalism
and patriarchal religions
which have suppressed
the eutopian vision of
the Great Goddess
of Divine Energy for thousands
of years!
Wars come
and go, fatally stuck in
archetypal conflicts
that leads to patterns
of misery, fossil fuel
pollution,
and the ultimate crime
of world destruction.
Soldiers change bodies,
reincarnate to build more
sophisticated weapons,
but the drama is the same
old story of war epics
of Gods
using stones, bows and
arrows, guns, tanks, land
mines,
and atomic bombs to take human
lives that women bore.
Love Hero of my Gaia Religion
of planetary wholeness,
from the heat of depleted
uranium the dust devils
twirl in Iraq.
Gaia Messiah,
I had a dream of us dancing
in the rose garden
of an arcology powered
by the fruits of desert
sunlight,
a place where gynocracy
has turned Palestinians
and Israelis
into loving children building
homelands of arcologies
of world peace.