Roots

Simple and sweet. No big ideas Jim, no masterplan, no complexity, just love. That’s it man, just love. All you need is love. Oh no, that’s been done already! But let’s do it again, and again and again. All you need is love. It seems like we need reminding. The critic: “Oh shut up about all that love stuff. Get serious man! Talk about the issues of the day, the thorny points, the hairy stuff, make yourself useful: get into politics or economics, get some opinions, some intelligent narratives and make yourself a useful member of society!” Dizzy dizzy dizzy, back to earth, feeling the roots growing out of my feet, down down into the soil, the dirt . . . the body comes online: ah breath hello dear friend! Thank you for not giving up on me! Ah, beating heart, that has carried on despite all the mental turmoil. Ah, sweet tears that finally can cry for the bittersweet miracle of THIS.