concentration is a flux, hard to hold like mercury
slips through the mind and disappears somewhere
deep. Takes on a life of its own, concentrates in
a daydream, a universal story of love and hate.
The why and wherefore of our race, apes that are
finger painting walls, learning to write, painting
pictures with words, trying to understand and to
be understood, to stop wars, hold up love in a chalice,
bitter and sweet, make peace happen, everywhere at
once, without exception, change war mongering into
love, even one inch, one millimetre, one fleeting moment.