Kindness: One day, yes maybe so, one day it will return

It is not necessary to finger me gesturing number one, succeeding your harrowing travels on interstate forty-three. Speeding up with nowhere to go and riding another’s tailcoat, repeating discourteous ways.

Entering salt mines, feelings of joy accessing unknown, quickly squelched by a subordinate whose corn flakes got crapped on. Then, again and again, customer after customer, lashing out, angry, bitter, frigid souls have they become.

Amplifying amplitudes, pandemics hold increasing in strength. Lost remedies transfigured and disfigured, interactions fading away, turning to dream worlds for safety and clarity. Oh, how I yearn for a smile, warming interactions, versus the shit-storm, knee-jerk reactions.

Tired and warn the others may be, cranky, lost, no longer able to think for themselves. Told how to be, where to go, and levies soon to break, we are left with humans on auto-pilot, not-knowing dispatched reality.

Sniffing out what was lost, making every attempt to spark some joy. A failed attempt, for the greatest still gone missing, hope remains within our reminiscing. One day, yes maybe so, one day, kindness will return.

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Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder and allow inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared and more importantly the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

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