poem of the day May 30

Ho to find

common ground

The universal thread

within us all

Air Water Food

The big three

needed by everyone

for life in the seven seas

All boats start as innocents babes

rudderless until piloted by experiences

by who touch us

by who we touch

Navigated mostly by fear anger   

we land somewhere familiar

to form tribes of existence

Small bands of like minded

bonded by the habits of belonging

where we build walls of ignorance

Islands that bring out the guardian power of hate

How to break this unknowing  spiraling cycle

where everybody has lost the common ground?

Now that is a question beyond Dogs and Gods 

Where the only answer can come from a swimming Cat