Bucket List

my bucket list has changed from
tangible experience
to heightened intelligence.
from kitschy places and sights
to shifts in our cultural relevance,
hang gliding no longer seems important
in comparison,
when the veins of the earth are
spilling.
pyramids lackluster
when our currency is no longer love,
and our lives' motives are simply how we can
become above each other
monetarily.

the outback crumbles to
desolation
in our earth family system,
when integrity swirls like a
dust storm,
it becomes complicated to
filter
the difference between this regime and
Hitlers',
when our "freedom" is a fertilizer
for globalization to grow,
and lost in the sea of capitalism,
morality capsized,
how could we possibly ever know
which side is up
or
down?

So my bucket list becomes this.
before I die,
I hope to witness
the flood,
a flood of money being washed away from OUR
consciousness,
the end of our entitled
self-righteousness,
the reclamation of the land,
the water,
the earth,
by the circles that inhibit,
sustain,
and create
birth,
the acknowledgement of the beloved in ourselves
and all who we
encounter,
the balance of the laws of
love,
humanity,
our purpose,
the higher selves we are after,
the apocalypse of shame,
hate,
jealousy and dominion,
the revolution of happiness and laughter,
the explosion of acceptance
pushing the end of apathy
to the edge.

because this,
this is everyONE's world,
and my bucket is big enough
for all of us.