Imagine . . .

Our political leaders did Tai Chi, really were taught so they could flow instead of walk their halting ways, Mississippi River’s unhurried grace, then start to speak, “If we would ease our way in this seeming mess–I know it looks a dam done by fevered beavers locked by crossing logs; yet knowing better feeling for the juice we sense it has, even the parts in partisan, not just to bi but way beyond to all–allisan”.  That sphere we are no one excluded, like the sphere Tai Chi, never stopped though slower, faster, the USA of spaceship earth.