By Robin Collins
Let our resistance
be an irresistible,
bringing together
of the Stars and the Earth in our lives.
Let our resistance
be insistence on beauty and wonder,
let us be beyond
the deadening repetition of machines.
In all ways
we are evolving towards
the spiralling of creation.
Spirals in the resistance
will take us like starlings,
murmuring through
the shattering pieces
of where
we have come to,
arrived for the first time
in the middle of ourselves.
Spinning in the
time we create,
let our resistance,
weave worlds into our words,
adorn our paths,
through day and night,
with friendship,
Let this be our resistance,
sound as a well built house,
we can stand,
and belong in the place we are now,
taking,
sun,
wind,
rain,
and frost.
We become,
irresistible
in our resistance,
to the webbing
of life’s fullness.
Of all we
lock away
now the walls and chains
are blown away.
Today,
we have found
child’s play,
is irresistible in our resistance.