Under Stars ..... What is the power that bends and sees .... that fleshes things out .... that fills out the universe with intermingling cells ... that holds on in stellar winds and is stellar winds ... horizontal lightning, heavenly blue morning glory .. in the spirit of interconnectedness, the rain .. the rain that falls, the water that trickles down . in the mountain, the power greater than ourselves . our human cells, that our egos say were in command of . but the electricity in our bodies is the same . as all that wrapped through the universe which . in greater energies calls, causes us to sweat .. causes me to humble down, bow down my efforts .. to be of concerning grace, to get one with the spirits ... of the ancient Tao, the buzzing in the Buddha’s ear, ... the muse at the poet’s command, commanding the poet .... as she addresses her love, her love affair .... her passion, her musicianship, the dance ..... of the music in her ear. Her ear to his, his ...... to hers, hearing Apollo’s heart, Walt leaping continents .... in only the mind as the electricity of imagination .... bends and warps, tells stories, frees ... and the Muse, musica, lips in the ear dancing, ... is of presence, I ask, face on floor, for help, ... in the immediate universe of the stars, .. help from the universe, as I get up, into it. .. Society is help and nothing else, as going it alone .. falls down, kills and self-kills. I ask, humbly . to be connected, reconnected, hand over head, leading .direction in my power to be good. Every step of the way . on this planet, this little part of a larger part, . heart beats with it, in the countenance of love .. suddenly breaks down, everything breaks down .. melts in the eyes, as is pleasure. Science ... musicianship, the art of listening ... which is a command, commands now .... keep yourself in healthy example, genuinely .... . without pushing, anything, unless you’re helping someone ...... move ..... into their new house .... and then you’re lifting, really lifting. .... It does snake through, various presences, ... cells willing to communicate, if only I could see them ... ever such .. distances: what do I know about anything .. as peculiar and compelling as that. . But call on it, it commands me . in all honesty, to stand up and do it. .This work around the house, around the property . inside my head and out. Efficiency . flows in like water, carrying electricity .. with it. .. Somewhere all these stars from a wand .. the merry magic princess waves and ... I follow, disappear ... and the real stars hang out at night. .... Overhead I see them, waving to me, now, .... or rather, pinpointing their mysteries ..... now, now, now. © larry goodell / placitas, new mexico