Bad Air

Open the window. Let the wind caress. Nothin' new beneath this sun. It just feels that way. My history being written as we speak. Judgements on reality, here in the guilded cage. Rage cloaked in the laws of the land. Living in the universal dream, the underlying theme- fear. Emotion the guiding light. Excommunicate that judge. Right to life. Cable news needing life support. Choose a victim of cruel fate. Poster child of the helpless. Leave nothing to chance. Better to give than to receive. Open the window, let the bad air out. Eating pizza, they call for the death of those who serve... them.

In the law, you seek Me. But I am right here. Flesh. Hidden. Ain't this a smile? Outcast. On the margin. Within. Death. Life. Do you know? Free. Holding the log. Covered in ashes. Don't touch. Spit on my eyes that I might see.

Blind wind. Elusive. Crackle with life. Sublime. Shatters illusions of integrity. Hermes beckons.

The sound of pea-sized hail striking the metal roof top vents summons a look out the front window. Sure enough hail. Coming down in such volume that within seconds the yard and street are covered in white. Beautiful. Then, without warning, a yellow explosive flash explodes in our yard. Right in front of us. A loud bang accompanies. What just happened? DId a lightening bolt just touch down mere feet in front of me? Nature's gig. Strangely calming. Humbling.

Love is in the air.