The indiscretion of small seeds and hugs.
See me hidden, barely visible at least, almost under a rug.
I rage with the happiness of fools, the delight of wise wonders and the ecstasy of scientific saints.
The spring within me flourishes, trickles, runs, dances and stands upright like supreme voltage arcing from earth to sky.
The colors of multi-rainbows, heathen bright sparks, and heartfelt dissuasions.
Hurled happy forwardness.
Bold and unknowing of duress.
The sparkle, iridescence, of gods.
May this be a big year
Let it be a special year
Make it a splendid year for you
In some way – you can
And once decided
You will!
Me too!
Too much of a European disease.
The temptation to find fault with the successful – America.
The temptation to sympathise with every despot in underprivileged countries – too many to name.
In Europe – but it’s a disease with worldwide roots alas – the successful are never good, only bad.
America which has a philosophy of freedom and individual merit is blamed whenever its actions are considered to fall short of perfection. The root of most derisory comments towards the world’s most prolific, productive and influential nation are simple – jealousy.
Instead of changing the insipid and uninspiring leadership in much of Europe, instead of shrinking the smothering fog of the mega-bureaucracy of the EU, many blame others for doing OK or better than them.
Human nature you say? Well after thousands of years isn’t it time we took a few steps toward changing it?