Only Connect

The smell of onions on my forefinger,

Faint, yet as strong as the cord uniting

Mother with child, severed upon entrance

Into this world, disconnecting us

From the spiritual source of matter,

Conjures images of you, your people,

Rebuilding upon wars’ rubble without

A blueprint of what the new world should be

Other than different from the old fear

Of other, from the idea ideas

Don’t kill, people do, from the tyranny

Of hate, from the despair of helplessness

That causes people to relinquish 

Their power to those who claim they alone

Can fix it, whatever that it may be,

Hungry for the power to dominate,

To suppress and vanquish, not to connect

Not to love all of creation as if 

Their lives depended on it, like the earth

Does water, like the embryo it’s cord.


5 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

A Breath of Air

Imagine if our current President Took something immaterial for a change Like a retreat To a Buddhist boot camp Where he could not talk, Could not access electronics, Or anything Hollywood, Could not t

Quite Bluntly

I saw his visage reflected in rear view as he drove driving a chill over my entire being. His face was my own, the hair, cheekbones, eyes exactly the same but his alone as another image mirrored, meld

Who Are You?

My father had an expression He learned from the Depression (Being a product of his age), That made him seem prescient, almost a sage: You are for whom you vote, so don’t Support someone who won’t Prot