It's up to each one of us
To "go to" and know
The "up" and all-around
Of our highest altitude
Our widest latitude of
Thought, presence and love

It's on us
To set free
By opening up
To be with
By taking hold
To let be

For judgment's pain
Fear's constraint
Illusion passing for sane
Has been felt
Has been dealt
Long enough by all

Yet Now there is change
The Unchanged
As we wish
To erase or throw away all lists
Of better, of lesser
Of not being the same

In the most dynamic sort of way
For evenness, does not stagnancy make
But relates to and with
Is not relative but our Relative
Our family name and Home
Perhaps missed but never amiss

mike