No More the Silent Cry

No More the Silent Cry
Trust the cloud of unknowing ~
an air of white-blue liberation.
Stand wide in this urban morning, crowing!

So what if you don’t know where you are going;
sing any song, no more mute hesitation.
Trust the cloud of unknowing,

for you are the queen of all sowing
that thin place of wordless inspiration;
stand wide in this urban morning, crowing!

This lush time is your time for growing.
Ignore those false rulers of reification.
Trust the cloud of unknowing.

This time is your time for feminine flowing ~
you are the mother of creation, of emancipation.
Stand wide in this urban morning, crowing!

So what if your words necessitate a lowing;
this is the time for that quiet (not silent) creation.
Trust the cloud of unknowing.
Stand wide in this urban morning, crowing!