(The poet has found something of, perhaps, some value to offer at even such a moment as our society is living through, after all ~ this series, written years ago but not recently published.

At the moment of this current publication the air outside the poet’s van is chokingly thick with some sort of ammonia or acetate. Sirens have been sounding in the distance. A helicopter is flying overhead. And a citizen alert has been issued for a fleeing vehicle in the poet’s two county area.

Famed financier Elon Musk has just been quoted as saying that “America is going full Joker.” The poet could not agree more ~ her own life, on the forefront of street developments here, has eerily resembled a Batman comic for a good two or three years now.

Readers desiring clarification of the terms “Nova Terra” and “Gaia Terra New” may find it by search bar at page bottom of her primary site at http://troubadorofversepoetry.wordpress.com, typing in “A Correspondence Worth Printing.”

Evenings such as those described below are already happening among us, here and there, in their simplest form. They’re advertised as Kirtan ~ and the poet highly recommends the experience, which turns out to be much more amazing from the inside than it appears to be from the outside)

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Recorded Reading (1:07): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/gb82swx80kta2k5vkpemx/Visions-A-Musical-Evening.wav?rlkey=31go2s5xos6ll6kcp615zw9cv&dl=0

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Visions of Nova Terra ~ A Musical Evening

You move toward a temple dome
Beneath a sky of blue
Coming from the kind of home
Perfectly right for you
And dressed in just exactly
What your fancy led you to:
Nothing’s done matter-of-factly
On Gaia Terra New!

Gliding with the people
You are going to meet your peeps
The new dome, just as had the steeple,
Safe the ancient myst’ries keeps
Rather than walking docilely
One toward it leaps,
And another hurries some — it be
A joyful rendezvous he keeps…

All around, unhurr’iedly,
The people make a little haste
As if they do not wish to see
Another moment go to waste
For such ecstatic joy it be
To see each other’s face
And sing and chant so beautif’lly
Together in our sacred space!

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