What to Say

Not unlike today’s global world, humankind’s history is peppered with armed battles, many times performed in the same old ‘conquer thus divide’ peoples in the name of one’s certain deity.

Many times I throw up my hands hardly knowing what to say anymore. However, it appears the patriarchical method of monopolizing information is fading into information abounding on Internet. Pyramidal structures of information seem flattened as more populaces see what’s happening between present aristocracies ruled by scandalous masters of nations.

Our frequently adjusted yet endless hopefulness sees our progenies’ balanced cosmologies a result of great work engaged in the early 21st century. Hope springs eternal remembering some prose I’m grateful for…

I hardly know what to say; my heart keeps fluttering from one to the next thing without uttering a word of goodbye.

The new world catches me by surprise when I give a moment to ponder it. I can’t even imagine right now—too much of the old is still apparent.

Too much of the new world has already entered; I intuited its memory between others from youth. Someone predicted Earth’s cobalt cascade when I was only fifteen. Who cared?

My world feels tightly wrapped like a cocoon of cellophane. The body wants to stretch, to sing tunes and moan and laugh as before; I’m waiting for the next wave of creation.

It’s again time to trust the heart’s rhythms; listen to a friend, feel the waves of tones in Mozart, be with the winds, stare at the lighted candle. The tongue hardly knows what to speak… this language is hardly mine any more.

It’s all about love, truly madly deeply shared. Fear stands no chance, and change is only a shell left behind for the next—it is you and I who care.
© 2005 David Moorhead; revised 2007.

Our constant curiosity is key
to watching what’s being created.
~ David Moorhead