Christopher Hansard:[ Reflections upon the emerging soul of all mankind]

Still hangs the air,

violins and cellos

snakes in between the cars

tones of Joni Mitchell

linger in burnt coffee

the look of love plays on a juke box

two old men recount the days, when and then and if it were different

this all goes into the soup

that makes us ready for

evolution,

mankind is an alphabet soup,

a thin broth, a froth of time and space

we need to create our own souls

so that humankind can aspire

to a state of liberation

grey shadows are cast

down

Fifth Avenue

all the way to the Village

as I walk

I walk in the footsteps

of Wolves and Cougar

of tall trees exuding sap

and scents of life

they still are there if you know how to see

The Hudson River

wants to go back to where it came from

Every city of the world

is a nursery for human behaviour

if you want to truly understand

Global Warming

then

look at the pollution

within

your

Self

in a window I see all my fellow beings

like Plato’s Cave

wondering what and if

but this century is not the age of observation

or even reason

but passion, compassion and timely rage

for it is the century of squeezing

and short straw choosing

every species has time

when it chooses to move on

or fade