She stands beside him, cave-side; children pushed behind them and when sounds roar across their place she throws her spear without fear save the saving of her little ones and she falls beside him…Death is swift on this little world of green diamonds and purple sea water. Quick death is free and for those left remaining; baskets of food—coal heat—wraps to body warm and the smiling time are costs of slavery and last as long as short life and hard work. Freedom is Illusion—Body free is Lie?

Global revolution and the reality of freedom’s notion are real and everlasting and deadly. Before ‘newsy’ motion and scattered screens across a distance of feet-to-inches incessant in headlines to bylines to lying truth and spin, mothers and fathers and sons and daughters have lined cave openings and died to protect the sacred freedom of home and community. Freedom is Illusion—Body free is Lie?

Again gathered before camera to drama-dance on stages—so a universal audience may witness both success and failure as trumpets of sound and fury nudge folks to march in directions of locked-step confusion contained by the armies of ‘lesser evils.’ And! Damn the army that dares to launch death and destruction against people. When does the army of a nation kill a nation of people? First bullet fired—first blood spilled and Freedom is Illusion—Body free is Lie…

A revolution of war is our war. We watch yet we also die. When our women fall we die. When our men fall we die. Their hopes for freedom and a better life is our hope for freedom and for life’s sweet moments to stretch into those minutes of sunset light as it kisses the line between water and sky. We gather and stand together because sight is not through eyes but observed as a gathering of eternal spirits and life. We protect body—because life is the forever time and we dance across a spectrum of color and desire to forever remain free… Freedom is Illusion—Body free is Lie?

Something better comes this way? Sometimes yes or no or in the many may-happens or would-have or could-have occurred on that warm summer breeze or in the cold-cleaned air of winter. Again, we gather and stand ready and our spears may fly and our arrows may both bounce or pierce the flesh of someone else or another brother or sister or mother or father. War ensues and even the winners die. In battle or through accident or by sickness death always sparks another change. Still; it is always better to fall in Love—than to fall in Battle… Donchathink?  Freedom is Illusion—Body free is Lie…

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Time After Time’_Cyndi Lauper (2011 Human Rights Campaign Dinner)