run from the pleasure of bluffing
come back out and make your choice
run to the pleasure of love.

last night
       hugging tearing to love
                                    myriad of sound in
                                                                      Today.

Someone said
Christmas has become a holiday

Someone said we no longer
love thy neighbor anymore

But at this moment
Christmas in the neighborhood
There is no holiday of love

Only, power
political power without movement
with no power movement
to maintain political power
It is just a matter of pouring money
into Giant manhole .

No more thinking
or speak anymore
About love and neighbor.

where it shines
empty
deep empty
like the eye of storm
plains,
the plains of Mongolia
unfilled but
it is filling us up
like the rain in the drought.

do not fear
four strong winds
obey without resistance
go into the torrential downpour
that threatens to shake you down
stay there be still
will catch the boomerang
that is not too late.

father makes children
equally love us
if knew
would not have tried to be filial
I.

a drawing of possibilities called the way.