Softly...
even here
the winds of change...
breeze through.

Destiny...
and history...
are turning...
Cogs in place.

Hell...it actually feels like
... 1968!

The Hippies
have all grow old
and are now
the voting majority.
Think about it...

They're rolling a doobie...
and affecting real change...
one organic, patchouli soaked
volunteered,
re-purposing project
after another.

The "big picture"
is simply a poster...
cut into small bite sized
puzzle pieces...
we are all skirting the edge...
still unconnected.

It is the age of...
focusing, clearly...
on purpose
and integrity.

The storm is clearing...
and insight,
has an electrical charge...
zapping us all
into action
into submission
into our future...


The message
thunders clearly...
and resonates succinctly
and justly...

Calling for us all
to...Do...
"What you CAN DO...
purposefully for-going...
whatever it is,
that you CAN"T DO"

"I AM"
becomes...
We are...

Maternal society  yearns...deeply
waiting for it's turn
not asking permission...
Just doing the next right thing...
and taking the steps
necessary...

To be seen...
far past equal...
On the edges
of unnoticed

Dropping labels
and be recognized
for what I bring to
the table...
not whom.