fight, fight, fight, fight, collide, collapse, concede. concede? is that really what i'm supposed to do at a moment of collision and/or collapse? i haven't been floating like a butterfly or stinging like a bee...spending more time bee-ing stung than roping dopes. i throw my hands up and say, this dope is roped. this blackbird has passed out in the cage. today, but not forever. look at that, today but not forever. that actually looks hopeful when i read it, and feels hopeful as i silently chant it as breath. driving down the white-trash aspiration hills and along the ethnic desperation yards, hearing the spam of the radio scan search feature, surrounded by miracles and magnificence if i could click on to them. like the opposite of frodo's ring, where he can click across the cosmic line at crucial moments and touch human evil, this is a far-less-developed instinct that i believe we all have--clicking on to the extraordinary, the amazing, the beauty, the hope...everywhere i look outside me...everywhere i look INside me. yes the fight is being played out on many many levels these days. did you read about the handshake man who dodged protocol and gave our president a note claiming God told him there would be 50,000 casualties if our nation did not repent? agree or disagree, it stuns you when you think about it long enough. fight for peace, fight for war, fight for truth, fight for justice, respect, harmony. fight for my way over your way, fight for surviving, let alone thriving. fight for dreams to be released, fight for nightmares to be ceased. fight for my peace, the log superceding the speck of global thermonuclear warfare. my peace...world peace, what can me and the world do? i say again, click on, dare to twitch our noses like samantha and step into another dimension, an undercurrent, a petrifying purifying plethora of transformation and transcendence. when i manage to do this for one brief moment in time, (brief because after all, this is mega-powerful stuff and even frodo didn't last too long in his inside out glimpses) truth kisses and kills me simultaneously like some spiritual spinal tap. i have big problems translating these surges of mega-power into daily life in this transitory love-craving vessel. i saw "the yoofo club" last night, an independently-produced Iowa film which especially lovable quirky-souled malcontents like me should see. in that film, i saw the fight at its fiercest. i see it all around me, i feel it intensifying everywhere. and i have compassion for the battles of others and of this world. i do wish i had more compassion for the battles within my own quirky soul, which are the fiercest and most intense battles of all. say what you will about quirky-soul-to-the-max michael jackson, but one of his songs says it extremely well, "i'm starting with the man in the mirror, i'm asking him to change his ways, and no message could have been any clearer, if you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and make that change." God, change me today. kiss me and kill me at the same time. petrify and purify me with love and truth. supercede my visions of glory with provisions of reality, which contains its own brand of glory when it's embraced. be the God of peace in my heart and in this world's heart, more than ever before. peace, peace, peace, peace, dance, heal, transcend. peace is possible, and i seize it gratefully, humbly fighting out the footsteps toward it.