Here beneath the Tropic of Cancer, the sky is a book opened to the wrong pages. The Big and Little Dippers? Pages ripped from the spine. Orion a well-thumbed page, held directly overhead like a book read lying on my back.
And is it fact or fantasy that once I saw the Southern Cross stretched on its back near the horizon to the south?
Floating half-asleep with mists of water hot from the volcano rising around me, was it a dream or real, those four twinkling stars seen just once before that night our boat slipped over the equator?
Then, as now, all time seems wedded— afloat in a universe of stars and water— tiny no-see-ums forming their own active constellations as they whirl up over the water and back down in clusters. Wee moving stars.
We must be brave to face a world where so much pain has been unfurled, such scathing words, such vitriol that we’ve already built the wall that separates brother from brother, that keeps us all from one another.
Too many guns and too much hate until we fear that it’s too late to ever form a world united. Too many creeds have been recited based on fear and hate and greed instead of what we really need.
True bravery is based on giving— assisting others in their living. Where is the leader with a belief that there’s a way to bring relief?
One able to bring unity
to build a world community.
When you reach out for the prize, please be sure you recognize that chaos can adopt the guise of a much-wished-for surprise.
Bad things can come in lovely trappings, so when you remove the wrappings, what you might find wrapped inside is something they have had to hide lest you know the ugly truth. A close-lipped smile can hide the tooth that bites the hand that votes for it. How can we once again permit such evil to come into power? This time we cannot hide or cower. Brave men and women must stir their bones— leave their screens, forsake their phones, to come back to reality. See how much worse the world could be. Environment an oozing shambles while big business wrecks and gambles. Brother turned against his brother, all the world blaming the other. Misogyny, racism and a lack of respect for the land— what will these concepts lead us to? Democracy is now a zoo. Polluted rivers, polluted skies, will prove the truth some recognize. In forgetting our forefathers’ goals, we’ve let big business buy our souls. Lately foolish, please now be wise. Please, countrymen, open your eyes. Your children sicken, your grandchild cries. Please save his country before it dies. It is time to recognize these words do not hyperbolize. Now is the time to change and wake up. Our country’s factions need to make up!