Human Nature

Raging winds.
Cataclysmic connections.
A wild ride through ever disintegrating times.
Can we assimilate where we’ve been?
Ancient footfalls inexorably emerging into
battering rams, explosions, fiery projectiles,
grief, despair, immolation, utter destruction.
Can we feel the pull into the maelstrom,
powers rip our being into basic components,
the essence of nature?
Perhaps there was/is/will be
a time of peaceful reflection,
hoped for abundance,
shared joy and laughter,
ecstatic attainment
moving higher through an upward spiral,
feeling so good, so free, feeling so loved.
Perhaps it is just here, around an unseen corner,
ever available to those who can perceive,
let go of misperception and it’s
pull of hate, push of shame.
Perhaps the only solace is in stolen moments,
the vibrant taste of summer wine,
the innocent joy of uncomplicated affection,
the pure sensuality of passionate dance.
Perhaps these will tell us,
if and when we stop to listen,
will lead us to the promised land.

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