Blowing breezing consciousness
Two energies juxtaposed
Are but One.
There is nothing else.
Justice words give naught
To afternoons pondering our existence.
Speak wind softly the rustle.
Mild summer days.
Cool breeze afternoon showers.
Stormy Mondays.
Steeped in Just Being.
Synchronicity’s break time pieces
To the Deja Vu of dreamtime.
Ring bells.
Where from you chime to me.
From all around.
Another gusting leaf
Or floating feather
So properly placed.



A Jew, A Muslim, A Christian
Walk into a market, They exchange smiles.
A Man walks into a church, and kills many.
A Man Creates a gust of energy and Kills so Many More.
Two Men Kill Tens of Millions.
Men arrive upon a shore.
Convert or Die.
The Women Cry,
Their children lie
Bloodied in the street.
Somewhere in a jungle
A lonely farmer sweeps.
Machine gun fire pierces silence
Sparks into the night
Reclining in a comfy seat watching it go by.
Another beer
Another tear,
shed for those not here.
Those who would have
those who could have
nothing’s ever clear.
A Man sits paralyzed
by the vastness of this mess
seeing things- wanting things
He knows he can’t express.
Everyone thinks they know
What They call G-D is True
The question is, What does G-D want
From Men Like Me and You.