Revolution is in the air...

I am but one man…what can I do to make a difference?
How many of us whisper this desperate question too softly in our heart
At night
Alone in the gathering darkness
In fear of what is to come and become of us?
The answer came to me in a dream, daydream actually
I can love
I can love in the ways that D.H. Lawrence alludes to when he disdains of the theft of love …so pitiful and wretched in its costumed and masked specter: romantic love!
How pale does this twisted beggar compare
To any divine vision of loveliness that dances everywhere we care to look
In all things does love flow and sing
Giving of its gifts freely
And we, enamored of dancing shadows against the walls around our hearts
ignore the taste of love, the joy of that which
cannot be contained or defined or categorized
It is what binds all and gives breath to all that stirs
And I, beginning to awaken
do miss it with all my heart!

Sayin' it like it is, D.H.!

"Oh what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made a personal, merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and equinox! This is what is the matter with us, we are bleeding at the roots, because we are cut off from the earth and sun and stars, and love is a grinning mockery, because, poor blossom, we plucked it from its stem on the tree of life and expected it to... keep on bloom in our civilized vase on the table." - D.H. Lawrence