By Jeremiah Paul Garcia
Come with me to the Fertile Edge
where I immerse myself into the culture of the living people!
Where the trees and the beloved are vital and free,
fearlessly expressing their love to thee.
Let me take you to the Waters
where the people believe
in trust, and just action
to carry their dreams to be,
Like the currents flowing majestically beneath the sequoia tree,
the sempre stewards of the continuity
for the common unity
between Mother Earth and Earthling.
Show me the Fertile Edge
at the precipice of nihilist denial and reverent reason
I invite you in
follow my soft lips, as I tell you to come
Hold my hands
and grasp deep.
Next to the creek bed and under a canopy
sweet dew drops fall at our feet
Breathe with me as I take a deep breath
Entering your lungs
Holy is the feeling of crisp and fresh
and my flesh and your flesh.
In separate vessels,
Come with me to the Fertile Edge,
Come with me.