Retreat from
War mentality.
Learn to understand
our social ecosphere.
We can become our own
best friends, join not
as
soldiers to hold a
line,
expend our energy in
fights.
Step back from destructive
habit.
Open eyes cleansed of
acrid burning.
Move toward our true
desires;
find what peace can
build.
the dancer and the
dance
I see this tiny epiphany
awhirl,
like a firefly flight of fire and
awareness.
Immanence aroused in a glory
of
rhythm and desire.
See us reach invisibly into a
wholeness,
a blessed story,
a holy trance, above, beyond,
knowing,
yet our closest self.
this comment is not about the
fragility
of "white allies" but about the
true rational goal
-- is what we want to apply our
considerable
energies and creativity and time
and
human interactions to
making imperfect people feel
shame,
or to make a better social
structure
in which every person's
opportunities
for self realization
expands?
we should initiate a citizen's
decency
board to bring these police
miscreants
before for severe shaming until
they
cry in remorse and horror
at their behavior
these "pro-lifers" must hate
children
they are all about forcing
children
to be born and raised in
situations
that don't want them
maybe that was how they got that
way
all that uproar and legislation to
end
Obamacare and it turned out the
people want it -- these Republican
anti-democrat obsessions
are not about reality
How can older Jews
who suffered the atrocities of
The Holocaust not feel empathy,
compassion for the Palestinians,
and horror at the Israeli leaders
who torment them?
What, exactly, did you
win?
What has the end of
your
possibility of honor
bought?
I developed my
nascent
philosophies through science
fiction --
that metaphoric narrative
view
of our realities.
I get it!
They are mistaking religious
mythology
for realpolitik.
Hiding in the park
after dark
under evergreens
seeking forest.
Old ages home
trailing memory
aching to feel, real.
Frail sensations
stored in stories.
Clasp, grasp of
smiling ectoplasmic
audience.
Shadow/light
whisper/thunder
breathe deep ash
of campfire ghosts.
Bubbling out from dense
fog
to clear a magic
window.
See such a fairy
parade
sparkle into ecstasy,
into vast caravans
5/21-26/21
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