Mournful Song of Morning
The bamboo flute notes arise,
a mournful melody to rest quiet
as I sit at the riverbank watching
the water ripple with both good
and evil intentions affecting
the peaceful flow this morning.
Keenly recalling how the butterfly effect
demonstrates how a slight change in one state
can result in significant differences in a later state.
I am aware again that you and I, individually
and collectively, are the multicolored
wings of butterflies whose flapping
will counteract the bombs dropping
We must sit by our own water's edge
to listen deeply to all the notes being
sung, for this mournful song of morning
is arising to overcome the vacuous
tide of destruction. Listen to the
song being sung, keep flapping
your beautiful wings--
observe how substantially the ripples change.