synchronicity has five syllables
today it rained; i live in the desert.
when young i read “Dune” and sold Falafels.
today i watched “Dune” - again a convert.
soaking with “Man and His Symbols” opened
to heroes who don’t need us as we them.
Medusa as mama Jung posited.
i've had wives, women ain’t always a gem.
but like rain in a world quickly drying
to see and feel kinship with humanity
right when tyrants flog fear as meaning
our demons teach us how to be free.
it is not to kill, but to live, not to fear
nor frighten, but to welcome joy and tear.
jts 3 August 2014
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