I may wake up one midnight and find all asleep.
Now, that would be unusual. Normal would be
To see their spirits hovering in the night sky
Dancing with one another with no reason why
That it feels most appropriate to all agree
To suspend all aggression that karma must reap.
If the dawn of the new day reveals things have changed
Into something more peaceful and much less intense
With inscrutable drama and ‘civil’ war fears,
Is it, then, an uncanny occasion for cheers?
Change comes only with intent of we who make sense.
We can play the game fairly and oust the deranged.
Beginning again on a new foundation of
Consciously assessed values, The Innovator
Within each of us beacons to all of like heart
To perform what is needed to make a new start.
With full light in our truth, we become Creator
Of the next generation conceived in pure love.
Sudden and unexpected hateful theatrics
Is the skill of the showman who cannot shine bright
Of his own incandescence because there is none.
Light reflected from others shows what we must shun.
All will soon come awake from this horrific night.
After time spent rejoicing, there’ll be much to fix.