poem of the day June 11 

The idea of team

comes from the seeds

of the primordial meat

Universal oneness has been overrun

by the separation into sides

Opposites turn the flames of desire

into a fireball of winners and losers

Cheering fans attract each other

with ideas used like invisible tribes

Weapons become more important

in this world of divided division

Gone are the teachings of wisdom

Oneness now has too many Gods

to satisfy the wanderlust of only winning 

I am afraid of the eternal cost

as I come to bat with only a plowshare