Thunder and Lightening

thunder and lightening act to wake up-- restore a passive universe living for self only... opening eyes to the needs of other groping souls... who want exactly what any one wants-- to be heard and cherished-- exactly how they are-- nothing fancy-- just peaceful paradigms unfolding, like ancient texts, understood... a universal language- a love for all people revealing restoration-- at every step on bluestone path-- in the aftermath of storm's unconscious bullying... trees dance as grandparent messages... so soft and kind-- reminding us of no differences internally; we fight because we think we might win another round of, "I know better"-- there's a sweeter way of learning about one another, than bullying-- just because your voice is louder, heartless in heart you once knew-- but you grew a thick protective veneer over all four compartments-- to keep you safe from arrows hurled... also keeping you from feeling... what it is like to be a witness to all of this... in time the planet spins-- and brings us four seasons of awakening.... a choice is given at every chapter of life-- without wielding a knife-- nor stirring strife-- the hand that makes a fist to punch, can just as easily open palms in prayer--or reach out to touch/ be touched by other souls- brightening... in the aftermath of unkind choices