REVOLUTION

REVOLUTION
I’m still young enough to be a revolution, but too old to change my new point of view,
about the things that matter most and the reasons why I live my life the way that I do.
A REVOLUTION
I am sitting down by the lily pond listening to the world
A REVOLUTION
My mind is here, now; I feel the warmth of the sun against my shoulder.
A REVOLUTION
I hear angels, I see visions, I have dreams.
A REVOLUTION
A REVOLUTION
A REVOLUTION

I resurrect myself, over and over again - the wise men cry out
FREEDOM IS THE LAST FREE RIDE
Catch it if you can, catch it if you can.
A REVOLUTION
I imagine myself walking on hot coals without burning my feet.
A REVOLUTION
My heart tells me that I am surrounded by grace that comes from a place
beyond the place that it is most associated.
A REVOLUTION
What belongs to me belongs to the Universe, there are no distinctions.
A REVOLUTION
A REVOLUTION
A REVOLUTION

The night air is cool, the breeze wraps itself around me like electric skin.
A REVOLUTION
The yellow stone Buddha and the white washed statue of Jesus sit
side beside in my garden, neither seem bothered by the others presence.
A REVOLUTION
Worms turn into butterflies, newborn babies smile at strangers.
A REVOLUTION
The earth mother sings her song, hauntingly familiar,
hauntingly unfamiliar the uncertainty of being uncertain takes a toll.
A REVOLUTION
A REVOLUTION
A REVOLUTION

Modern day prophets, peace keepers, shot down before their time,
everyone remembers goodness.
A REVOLUTION
Forty thousand people died today, they didn’t have enough to eat,
the word karma means action.
A REVOLUTION
Planting seeds for the next generation, the next generation times seven,
the native wisdom resonates like a slow humming in my head,
the duty of my heritage calls me up out of my chair and into the field.
A REVOLUTION
A REVOLUTION
A REVOLUTION

I strike the bell, order falls down on me like cold rain drops,
awakening my senses, one by one, drop by drop.
A REVOLUTION
The mourning dove sits atop the fence, the rabbit nibbles on
new peas in my patch.
A REVOLUTION
Life moves at a snails pace, a mad dash....
either way nothing remains  the same,
we all take notice of our mortality sooner or later.
A REVOLUTION

Sitting here counting the lilies in the pond, six red, two yellow
fourteen white; watching from the corner of my eye a big green frog
his body floating just under the water, his head barely visible
camouflaged by the reflection of the world.
A faint smile gradually forms on my expressionless face, and I am
once again reminded that we are all floating just under the water,
our heads barely visible, camouflaged by the reflection of the world.
A REVOLUTION
A REVOLUTION
A REVOLUTION

I AM
still young enough to be a revolution


LIZ ZORN 1997

I found this poem a couple of weeks ago in my art storage building. It was part of a series of interactive game boards, sculptures, paintings and poems I created for my one woman show at the Suzanna Terrill Gallery in 1999 titled: Revolution.,

Everything is always so close. Finding the poem, remembering the exhibit, receiving an invitation to Suzanna's show this week. I think the truth about string theory is that everything is connected by one amazingly huge string. In fact I am certain of it, as it reveals a little more of it's elegant truth to me each day.