In my mind, a heavy drama unfolds.
The sad and constant drums of war-beat people seeking unity in common opposition,
The sirens of sadness building their high momentum for the wounded and dying,
I see a crowd of government and suited petty thieves, with drug-tumblers and grimy dirty,
Blips and short blinks of light in the night – Fearful sex-men and other gimmicks of not-knowing.
A dog chasing its tale in the living room, to the loving laughter of the bright angels,
All the scrappy fear-driven crimes of man feel like crumbs at the table of suffering.
It is crimes that weigh on the hearts of lovely giants, these crimes feel criminal,
Einstein feels the a guilty burden of atomic warfare clouding his awe-struck love,
And this loss, this burden on his light, is felt deeply across the world. Anger & outbursts.
To be a lover of harmony and science, and in one’s love, to have done wrong.
To have committed a crime against humanity. You see, it is wrong to love so freely.
As we have always suspected, love is up to no good. It would be better to sit in silence,
and choke one’s soul quietly. It would be better to sit on the sidelines.
It would be better to check thoroughly before one loves, double-check just to make sure.
With every love-thrown instinct, who knows what crimes might be unleashed upon the world?
I sit here, in my love, quaking. Wondering if I am to break this fragile game.
My heart trembles with possibility, at the next breath, at the next thought, at the next move.
Will he really go forward with it – this radical fiend of the universe, bearing the mark of the unknown?
He is a demon – or a child. He is not to be trusted. He is a heretic and a rabble-rouser.
He is a lover and a free spirit. I cannot quite figure him out but I am certain of one thing.
Judge and jury, this is a man who can no longer be reasoned with. He is beyond reason.
We must, if we are to make any progress – We must take him out.
I hate to say it but enough is enough.
Would you like your life shaken to its core? Do you really want your home to crumble?
Is it not enough to face your daily bills and duties – do you now need another rogue on the streets?
Tell him to be silent ~ Tell him to shut up. Send him somewhere small and cramped, where his voice will not be heard… Please, do not waste a moment. Not a moment.
This life demands your immediate action. Save yourselves, brothers. Save yourselves!
Then nothing!
Actively nothing!
The sound of breathing, in a love and stillness-drenched moment.
Just breathing.
