This apparent urge to
Erase the markings of history
Which appear to stain..
History..a story appearing
In our reading this moment..
Often justifying past doings..
But..alas.. assumptions of
Division cling and remain..

Statues..toppled in
Widespread places..may be
(Whether recognized or not)
A turn Inward..collectively
To cleanse the divisions
Hiding our inner Vastness
Out of which all history
Emerges and is made...

There is an apparent urge
To erase the markings of history
Which appear to stain
Visions of what should be..
History is a story appearing
In our reading in this moment..
Often justifying doings as right
Which can then be retold on
This Fourth of July..
But..alas.. clinging assumptions
Of division remain..

Statues are stories written
In sidedness and division..
What if the urge to erase
As we are observing in
Widespread places..is really
(Whether recognized or not)
A turn Inward..collectively
To bypass the assumptions and  
Recognize our inner Vastness
In which all history
Is written..and read...?

1st..the Plague
Swiftly running..jumping
Borders and seas..
2nd..Transparency
Many cellphone eyes
Recording savage news..
3rd.. Supremacy among races
History's brutality crying
New awareness enflamed..
4th.. Famine and survival
Scourges of worry and fear..
These Four:
Riding together
Through leaderless land..
Will they awaken us
From our fretful Dream
To a New Dawn...?

Responding to this question
Determines our identity..
Separation is insistent
To which most seemingly
Succumb..the appearance
Of things..argues for our
Conditioned assumption of
Separation..until we relax
Into that of which I Am...

In the real world,
the detailed fantasy
I created has
no meaning,
no worth,
no power.
The realization
leaving me speechless,
a reality so tightly woven
with a thread of fiction.
It’s hard for me
to separate dreams
from harsh truth.
I experience
confusion,
emptiness.

These simple words
Mark the nexus between
East and West..
This is the universal gospel
Burdened sometimes with
Too much commentary..
This gospel is available
To everyone everywhere
At all times..
Just sitting quietly.. proceed
Directly to recognition of
The vastness of..I Am
Without all of the
Encumbrances which usually
Attend...

One after another
Representing a history
Now detested..crumble..
Crumbling before forces
Of systemic purging..
These symbols of ego
Rising in past eras
Are seen in their
Disregard for what
Is most valuable in
What We are in this
Moment..We ask:
Should all
Statues of persons
Be allowed to fade..
Allowing the fires we see
To consume the vestiges
Of glorified separation...?