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Impressions of Lasheaka

Impressions of Lasheaka

A jumbling whirl of opportunities to learn

Tools to use against Ignorance laying all about

Children with large needful batteries being recharged

All held together with bubble-gum relevancy,

and bailing-wire tenacity

Revolving around the Moon, Lasheaka

Her reflective light falls on all in attendance

No one escapes her soft, persistent demands

that they gather up knowledge,

and if not knowledge, then skill,

and if not skill, then love,

And if none of these, then the time to just recharge.

She is a dealer in Life.

She is a carrier of Life.

Life is Lasheaka.

Lasheaka is Life.

This is all the truth that her students need;

The beauty of Life nurtured all around and inside her.

Long live Life.

Long live Lasheaka.

The Dream

Men forget and women can’t remember

the time there was before there was a time;

when Life was just a small and warming ember

encircled by a dark and flashing clime. 


Pounding pulses in that mystic moment; 

swirling spirits; messages of life;

pushed together innocence to foment, 

pulsing, swelling, in the fearless night. 


Don’t pass to me an old Creation story, 

as if there were just one to be revered.

I’ve heard those tales, both magical and gory, 

and moved beyond Blake’s Man-with-flowing-beard.


It matters not whose guess turned out the strongest.

I’ve heard your hallelujahs that you’re right, 

as if a single path ran through that forest,

and only one led clearly to the light.


Life guides all souls back to their beginning,  

warmly canceling out the fears and pains;

drawing each in love and abject wonder,

accepting each with all their human stains. 


Men will know and women will remember 

It’s love that raises all into the light,     

eliminates exclusionary darkness,   

and shows that every path was partly right.


Religion, Science, mystics, and some poets 

slip us all their worldly hints and visions rare;

giving us the chance to understand us

and deliver ourselves from the evil there.   


No special secret whispered to the Chosen

held all the truth that brought us to this place.

We’ve raced by mirrors with our faces frozen; 

our minds filled up with arrogance and race,


as truth sang softly of our elevation,

and beauty slowly uncovered the scene;

we found our voices in the revelation

that all of us are children of the dream.



Thoughts from between 43rd and 44th Street

This ground has been settled a long time.
These houses are attached to it like colorful modeling clay
stuck to a dark brown cardboard slab.
The whole neighborhood brings back phrases
last heard when my grandma was alive,
phrases like “lick and a promise” and “wing and a prayer”.

Things people used to say when they were half-admiringly
commenting on the toughness of someone
who had a less than average chance of succeeding.

I notice that toughness in the eyes of folks living in this place.
There’s a look of being engaged in Life,
working through any current problem,
projecting a confident chin that quietly assures you
they will find a way to solve whatever the next problem is
or                                             it
a                             around
damn            way

The seasons move above our heads
slightly changing the lighting of the place.
The politics, and the technology, and the solicitors,
are all tolerated, all glanced at,
and all move along knowing
that lingering here too long is dangerous.

The braided souls of the pioneers made of strong strands of
practical knowledge, stubborness, and suspicion,
of self-reliance, ingenuity, and desparation,
are alive and studying us through the eyes
of the people living here.

That which gives people the power to outlast their detractors,
that gave white men a foothold
on the land of the Lenape and the land of the Duamish,
that gave former Europeans new world success,
that aids current Asians and Hispanics in that same task,
that which drives humans to dominate their problems,
and each other, …..is here.

This is a straightforward and simple place,
between 43rd and 44th Street,
These are a direct and uncomplicated people living here.
They are tough and flexible, serious and loving,
clever and devious, and they are at work,
making America.


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