At One Fell Swoop

a poem by Roger B Rueda

We have a word to our heart and ask it what it needs
to learn in a while.
We speak to someone
else’s heart
so as to let slip the same.
We realise
that our pain is
where growth suggests itself
and consent to that growth
to keep us up
and how we are.
We support
green practices.
We stand by the edge
of the sea
and drench it all in.
We get pleasure
from the loveliness
and heady scent
of a blossom.
We return a smile.
We return a kind
word or a moment
of peaceful breath or
realisation
to a cruel other.
We let a spider spin
its web.
We don’t stand
on an ant.
We spend time
with others
enjoying punting a ball
around,
so we can just be breathing
in the radiance and sun.
We build up
an enlightenment
to life’s struggles
no matter what
or where on earth
they may be.
We don’t give up
on love and ritual
and shared civilisation
to give saintly growth
a lift into the light
of our divine
subsistence.
We subscribe
to organisations,
literature, or way of life,
which espouse
bright transformation.
We eat a peanut butter
sandwich
made with macrobiotic
ingredients.
We don’t use
synthetic water bottles.
We recycle.
We see ourselves as
a role model.
We suppose
that we have the right
to feel good
about ourselves
and invert that
within our relationships
and the etheric tune
we make as one.
We seek role models
and kindred spirit.
We understand that we
are all part of each other.
We spend time
in surroundings,
looking for secret
codes and moulds
and light.
We see the realism
in the eyes of children.
We prize the privileges
of children and
what we need
to learn from them
as being closer
to God and the truth.
We work towards
inner peace and peace
without.
We learn to be
unassuming.
We watch our sense
of self
act upon
so as to bring it
into line
with the need
to come from a more
healing, empathic,
and empathetic side.
We put ourselves in the shoes
of all other
sentient living beings.
We are stuck
on ingenuity and the way of creating.