Maybe spring will come this year
maybe spring will come for us all
cold winds of winter still chill our souls
cold winds of selfishness blight the planet

and yet maybe spring will yet come this year
bring an end to the sorrows of children starving
bring an end to the lonely hearts passing time
in a distracted trance of  tv's and consumer therapy

maybe spring will come this year
and the desert will bloom with thousand year yuccas
and hearts will flower in tenderness and love
and warmth invade the power mad rulers of the world

or perhaps not, maybe it's hopeless and
i should just go drown my sorrows in guiness
and get mine while the getting is good
and screw whoever is foolish enough to believe in love

listening to the wind last night, it's hard to say
world wide depression seems likely enough
the water tastes of chemicals and the food
is tainted, empty, grown with nasty pesticides

looking at the wintry scene of snow outside
i'm not sure, and yet still i am sure
that spring will come if we want it enough
spring will come if we allow the awakening

maybe spring will come
maybe the flowers will bloom
maybe my heart will sing
maybe we'll eat snowpeas in the garden

maybe i'll forget my wounds
or maybe i'll admit that they're here
and maybe i'll give you one look
to let you know how much i care

i know you can't forgive me
i've squandered this birthright so thoroughly
but can we laugh about the sorrow
and cry about how ridiculous

to poison the earth so thoroughly
that our children's children's children's
children, will have no sweet water to drink
in the mountain meadows of spring

maybe the spring will come this year
maybe the spring will come
maybe the spring will come this year
maybe my dear, spring will come

this year.

It's funny to answer this question, because as an adult my work is about creating peace, and is all about love. But as a child, i created worlds of war. I pretended to fight the battles of Daniel Boone and Davy Crockett, with Ol Betsy my rifle (actually a long stick of wood...). I fought many famous battles on our couch, using the old wooden Monopoly houses and hotels as my armies. They would move across the couch, and up and down the pillows (representing of course the hills), reenacting Cannae, where i was Hannibal with his elephants defeating the Romans. Gettysburg, where my hero Robert E Lee tragically lost, and other battles that he won. Napoleon and his famous victories. The great generals (let's not forget Alexander!) were a fascination for me as a child, and i imagined myself a great general. I suppose that shifted when i realized the amount of blood and gore involved....!  Many years ago, i read Fredreich Niezsche, and this phrase stuck with me: "Caesar with the soul of Christ". For while i was enacting battles, i was also being told Bible stories, and this angelic Christ fellow seemed like a pretty cool dude. But the combination of being Christ inside, in my heart, and being Caesar, in brilliantly strategizing how to get things done in the outer world, that sounds about right. The inner and outer, no judgements, just manifesting fully in both worlds. And no wars! Hah! Just deep peace and acceptance of myself and the world, of everyone in it, just as they are, just as i am, and just as it is. No war at any level...