May Da(y)ze

with so much happening

on our Planet

in our Psyches

that is battering

(and even bludgeoning)

our Senses of Spirit

and sentient Self

out of ferocious fear

and horrific hate

into a collective haze

where we desperately scream

in a perpetual Maydaze

and as the rate

of the blood 

pumping through our persons

coursing through our veins

is forcing us

to flee away

and causing us

to hold plausibility 

(and even possibility)

distantly at bay 

while the pulp

of our Personhood

slurps and syphons 

into comforting cocoons

and protective buds

amidst the strife

of double-standarded destruction

and genocidal guilt

(and gut-wrenching grief)

wielded by wanna-be

despots and dictators

espousing desires for peace

whilst eschewing any tangible

efforts towards relief

with fewer answers

and more cancers

we find ourselves

waiting and wondering

if and when

any beautiful Blossoms

or bedazzling Butterflies

will eventually emerge

in a Spirited Surge

of Luminous Love

a single-minded Wisdom

and single-hearted Hope

for restorative Healing

and Resurrected Life...

and maybe while

our tempers boil

and our sanities uncoil

all too visibly

and we look around

and shout out

'What's goin' ON?'

those dormant seeds

in Sacred Soil

are slowly stretching

and taking root

silently and invisibly

and the subtle sprigs

of new growth

are already forming

and the sublime sparks

of new Light

are already happening

in the Divine Darkness

underneath and WITHIN

ready to burst out

in Radiant Rays

of neverending Maydays...

Let It Be.

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('Regeneration' © Verena Wild)