Simplicity, Simplicity & but a good cigar

“all my life I have seen a world that hates evil more than it loves good.”

(From the movie Luther)

            Replacing $100 bills with warm hugs, selling coffee for a few kind words, outlawing advertising and the commodification of human life, and placing priority on the quiet afternoon spent in the garden sounds like the quiet desperation of life unlived. But, in the ever misbegotten pressing need to establish worth, each human has placed in contrast their life against the rest. In return, forfeiting for each the opportunity to be something besides the other. But life punctuated by death places an urgency on the human experience that written in such short sentences often removes the possibility of developing complete thoughts. And while the answers might not be easy or presumptuous for one to undertake, there is hope that the personal narrative can be edited into a complete story/ sentence of each one as human and a part of humanity. But how does one edit the experience of life—complete the short sentences into one? How does one become human and a part of humanity? Life often never moves beyond trying to stay alive.

The Natural Dance

 

                                            Death the natural dance

                                                one step an ember

                                                Two steps an ash

                                                Each step a trace

                                                Of vapor in the wind

When life stumbles

 

The story in us all

                                    A little one long left to dance

                                    In the shadow of a trance

                                    And with each stumble once to feel

                                    The rhythm and the chance