Let fear be fear, a flood of fight-or-flight—
Don’t let the fear attach to circumstance.
These hormones veil your being in a trance,
Inhibiting both thought and second sight.
Your fear importunes you that it’s about some
Future dread event you must avoid;
Suppose it came, but left you overjoyed—
It’s your response that matters, not the outcome.
Contagious fear can poison the collective
Mind, and cleave it from the sold ground
Of sense. The mob’s destruction knows no bound;
Community and love are the corrective.
But every devastation serves a need—
The past’s demise reveals the future’s seed.
— JJM = #18 in the Poetry of Oneness