In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest
where no one sees you,

but sometimes i do,
and that sight becomes this art.

~ Jelaluddin Rumi ~

Burt the Turtle

...uh...that question in the last post was of a rhetorical nature, admittedly cynical i confess...i care for every sentient creature on this fragile little blue and green rock...for those old enough to remember, this week marks the 45th anniversary of the Cuban missle crisis...i clearly recall cartoons with Burt the Turtle telling us all to duck and cover when the atomic flash came...and that a newspaper or thin piece of cloth could protect areas not covered by clothing...yeah, right...
...those were honestly frightening times...the Boogie Man was real and ninety miles off our sandy, palm lined shores...decisive action was taken by deliberate men and nuclear holocaust was averted, and now we are spinning into this new millenium chasing ghosts in thin dry air, being sold the lie that we are involved in the battle for all of civilization...
...i fear no man, no matter his color, ethnicity or religion...i refuse to be terrorized...one might kill my body, but my spirit will remain unharmed...

i love all of you, all my brothers and sisters...

...yeah, even you George...