I put forth the notion of how humanity has turned such a simple concept of love into pure folly. For every dogmatic schism, condition, and splintered group, the way to higher love experienced a fracture of seismic proportions.
Reality is like recovering after the quake.
If-
We did not linger
Like unsavory water stagnation
Drinking in what divides...
And...
Focused instead,
On mutual commonalities
Like trees exhaling air
Giving us life
We would see the end
Of hate dividing folly
Incited by few..
On us (the many)
One Love.
One planet.
One environment.
© lbaccus july 23, 2019
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