The leaders never want us to unite
Our squabbles leave them firmly in control.
Defending each his independent soul,
We miss the opportunity to fight
Collectively, each for the good of all.
We isolate, behind a private wall
And squander our consolidated might.
Then fear triumphs, we panic and take flight.
The dread of death is man’s Achilles heel.
Confused, we’re easy prey when we’re afraid.
The remedy needs discipline and grace.
Surrender to this truth: all flesh must fade;
But, seeking self within, we find a place
That knows it’s our collective soul that’s real.
— JJM = #8 in the I Ching Sonnet Project