We Steal It

I know better than to hold grudges. And yet have circled, dog-paddling old cess.

It comes of trusting never-enough energies--a life lesson as shnooks--playing tiddly-winks and patty-cakes, unaware, while others play chess.

On a planetary level, whole groups of peoples are p*ssed--having trusted bureaucrats and CEO's to perform as glitterati public servants for the common good--having trusted predators.

We make money the old-fashioned way: We steal it.

In my own microcosm of that life lesson, I realized I was still doing outrage-visitations to old memory, of costly personal betrayals.

Potentially, a transformative process, from belly-up despair to getting energized...

Occupy Wall Street!.. Start bank-runs... Globally, the ripped-off are taking to the streets.

I took myself, and my logjam of umbrage, to pastoral counseling, a wiser head. I was not only toxing my own heart, but binding others to past behavior, in a bondage of unforgiveness.

Finally, delusions and attendant resents must go, the might-have-beens, with all the paradigm-ripping uproars which follow. 

Then we can dream new life, new worlds, into being.

Without vision, the people perish.