Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

I Pledge Allegiance — A Not-Quite Poem

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Pledge Allegiance.”

I Pledge Allegiance — A Not-Quite Poem

©September 12th, 2015

By Vijaya Sundaram

I pledge allegiance to the Truth,

Which is the web of this world,

And in the web of my mind.

I pledge to mesh both webs

Into whole cloth, if I can.

 

The Truth, to which I bow

Will not be swayed,

Though deceivers try and subvert it.

For Truth waits, hidden, but potent,

In its patience, waiting to reveal this:

That Life furthers life,

And Death furthers death,

And all life passes into death,

And there is no Beyond.

 

Only these linger awhile:

Our deeds, our words, our art, our music.

Our imagination, our fears and loves

Our satisfactions and lusts,

Our work and play,

Our dreams and nightmares,

Turned into music and dance,

Our futile, but lyrical railing against Death

Through monuments and songs,

And even these fade, and then,

Dust remains, until it re-forms

And takes on new shapes

And new life, or floats off into

The ether, photonically stoic.

That is all.

I pledge allegiance to this Truth.

 

I pledge allegiance to our Earth,

And pledge to teach those who deny her suffering,

Who claim all the while that they are doing ‘God’s will,’

While making this world a gutter and a sewer.

I pledge to not judge, but teach,

To learn and and to help,

To be true to this in word and deed.

 

I pledge to water and plant, and pick up

And clean, and to reduce and reuse

All that I need in my life.

So this Earth, this blue-green,

Living sphere, spinning

Through these universes,

Where broods the Numinosum —

that Dream-Drive that propels gravity

And imbues all the things which are

And which are not —

Sings a song of hope and sorrow,

And I listen to her, as she sings.

And I will sing with her.

To her, my Earth, I pledge my allegiance.

 

And I pledge allegiance to Love, always.

Love does conquer all, if you will let it.

Though oft-used, wrung-out and dried,

And peddled in stores in trite cards and triter treats,

And whispered in rapturous voices

Over the ecstatic exchange of rings,

And the flashing of cameras,

And extolled in places of worship,

And uttered in passing to someone you know,

Love is simply this:

Reflection upon reflection upon reflection

Of you in the Other, and the Other in you,

Mutually acknowledging, infinitely

Recursive, and all in the same dance.

Love is seeing beauty and being beauty

Loving all you observe

And observing all that you love

With equal distance and closeness,

Eyes reflecting the eyes of others

Seeing beauty, and being what you see

Knowing, whether you love those beings, or not,

They are fully and wholly themselves,

But when you love them, they gain a glow

In your vision, and perhaps, you glow for them.

For, in acknowledgement, are we magnified.

And in love, are we amplified, so that

We are as large as life itself.

And so, I pledge allegiance to Life.

 

See the bright gleam in the eye of the rabbit,

Or the quick flash of fear in the squirrel

When your dog leaps after it?

They are life.

Pledge allegiance to them.

I do.

 

See the quickening interest

Lighting up your dog’s face when it

Smells its own blood from the cut

It accidentally received at the groomer’s?

Remembering it is a carnivore,

You love its carnivorousness,

Even though you might be vegan.

It is all of life.

Pledge allegiance to all of this.

I do.

 

See the flash of woodpecker-wing

As it flies to and from your bird-feeder,

Or from branch to branch?

Or the flicker of a tufted titmouse,

As it swiftly swoops down to eat birdseed?

Or that bold usurper the blue-jay, as he pushes

All the rest away, lordly and larger than them,

So that you’re amused and annoyed, both?

So full of life they are, they glow.

Pledge allegiance to them —

I do.

 

See the children holding their parents’ hands

So full of sweetness and trust,

So sure that their parents will love and protect

And cherish and defend, and teach

And play and grow with them —

And all this, not stated, but knowing

In the marrow of their bones as an implicit right?

Pledge allegiance to love and protect them.

I do.

 

And then see other children’s eyes, full of pain

So full of hurt puzzlement

And betrayal and terror and hunger,

For that trust was betrayed, somehow,

Somewhere, by the grownups who were

So pledged to protect and love —

Because, war, or famine, or slavery,

Or perversion, or greed, or hatred

Tore out their hearts, and they

Changed, utterly,

And love and life were betrayed.

Pledge allegiance to these children,

Help reclaim life for them.

I do and will.

 

I pledge allegiance to beauty.

Inhale the scent of lilacs in the springtime

Or roses in the summer, or lotuses

When you chance upon them,

And pledge allegiance to them,

For they are beautiful.

I do.

 

See that beautiful smile in an old face

And the joyous smile of a baby,

And those lovely, wrinkled, aging hands

And that long-bladed grass bending in the breeze

And this sunlight slipping lazily through leaves

And the lap-lapping of water on the lake-shore

And hear the laughter of children in a park?

Pledge allegiance to them, for they are beautiful.

I do.

 

See the flash of dolphins leaping through air

Flashing through water,

Chasing and racing in joy?

See the slow, large elephants

And their frisky young

As they revel in water and mud?

See the lions and the tigers

Lords of this world

Sun-gleam in their eyes,

Indifferent to our adoration?

See the people flowing through

Rivers of traffic, through

Subways and turnstiles,

And schools and markets,

And wildernesses and parks,

Full of dreams and hunger

And hopes and sometimes, sorrow?

 

They are all beautiful.

Pledge allegiance to them.

I do.

 

And when the powerful strike

Down the powerless,

And the rage chokes my throat

And when the hurt rises

And blinds me,

And when an inchoate anger

Bubbles, a primordial

Lavascape, at all the injustice

And all the murders, and all

The pillaging, and all the greed

I pledge to right my part of the

World, with music,

With kindness, with patience,

With righteous action.

I pledge this, and more.

And hope for the strength

To live life in the light

Of that which is right.

 

See the Earth as your mother, and you will love her.

See the Air as your father, and you will listen to his song.

See your Self in the mirror, and love that Self

Smile at that Self, pledge allegiance to yourself.

Then, look outward into the world

Set your face against the darkness

And towards the sun, and see

Where go the wretched and the needy

And the hateful and the seedy,

And the slow and the speedy.

And love them all.

 

Look for the beauty that was,

For, tarnished metal sometimes hides its silver shine,

Sometimes, not.

Find the shine and love them.

And pledge allegiance to them.

For they are beautiful.

I do.

 

The earth swings too swiftly for me to bear it

With so much around me to love!

And the sands run out always,

And again, the hourglass gets tipped over,

And over and over again.

And the grains fall inevitably towards death.

But, oh how beautiful is their motion!

For, there’s inevitability and surprise,

And calm, utter calm, at the bottom of

Everything, while everything keeps moving,

Moving towards a resolution, an end.

To all these, and to all of you,

I bow, and take my turn at the dance,

And revolve, and rotate and spin,

Dizzily, ever more dizzily,

And while I do,

I pledge my allegiance

Again, and again, forevermore.

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P.S.  Wrote this is a state of sleepless stupefaction.  The poem didn’t come easily because of that.  I’m trying to stick to a daily regimen of writing, though (but I MUST sleep early tonight).

I looked, and saw that I had done FOURTEEN edits on this — a departure from my usual dash-off and run writing, and it’s STILL not working.
Perhaps, I should just leave it alone?
And yes, I mean what I said in the poem, even if I don’t sound as poetic as I’d like to have been.