I didn't know about Harold Norse until I ran across this poem
and immediately took note.
"love erupting in the streets" is the line that captured me.
That and politicians telling the truth and
bankers giving away their money.
Far from reality but one can imagine.
I have to go on imagining despite what I see and hear on the surface.
Go on imagining that truth matters and
our planet will survive us.
Imagining the river of goodness flowing
steady and strong bringing everyone into its current.
Imagining wounded people with distorted thoughts and ideas
coming to their senses and acting decently.
Imagine fairness reigning strong.
Now, how to make my imaginings a reality?
Namaste'
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