US and Russia Living in Separation as Lives
This song was set in Moscow. I thought of the Cold War revitalising today. I saw the separation due to ideology. Yet always it is the people that pay the price for the war mentality. I look forward to a time when the power of love overcomes the love of power.
My wish is for them to make up, as friends. They have lots in common 1) proxy wars 2) covert operations 3) desire for world domination 4) nuclear weapons 5) surveillance 6) distrust 7) dictatorial/adversarial mentalities 8) war games 9) expenditure on warfare as security not in the people as empowerment.
I am yet to see real democracy play out. Still waiting, waiting still.
I had the inspired thought – Russian roulette with the lives of billions. I have found the poem today and will post below. I also felt the mirror of like attracts like.
Patch Adams sought to create a space for USSR/Russians and Americans to come together as part of the family of humanity and create a love revolution rather than a violent one. When I clowned with him in Russia I saw people as people and the only desire was a smile. They were very warm humble people. I remember some beggars on the street and an older lady in the subway begging. I knew their lives were tough. At the time there were over 600,000 orphans and alcohol problems. I understood why they drank vodka it kept them warm. You could see it was a older culture with an established monarchy and social order based on collectivisation, however a ruling elite was in place. I recall how cold it was. We also saw the footage of Leningrad during the Second World War where the people were starving and freezing to death, it was very sad.
We gave a lot of love to the orphans and the public. They were beautiful kids, we played games with them and they took us into their hearts as friends. I remember one girl Marsha grabbing my arm and owning me as her clown. It was crazy, noisy, silly and wonderful. The kids could show us adults the way home. Home is where the heart is. So many are heartless these days as they detach from their humanity in the name of power and money. Such a diversion of human ingenuity diverting us away from our real purpose, to love each other as the ONE family.
Can politicians find the love or do they still play war games (over oil, power)? Can we play another game?
In truth both sides have a lot in common if the focus is humanity not fear. It is for them to find this common ground if we are to continue.
This poem was written when I was in Moscow. It is for both the bear and the eagle to awaken the fool within. This is to find the wisdom of who you really are when you tire of the zero sum game.
Russian Roulette
In Russia it is bitterly cold,
Long coats,
Fur hats,
Working class caps,
The working class is no longer working,
For the cold war,
Was won,
On the Russian roulette wheel,
The market of capitalists,
Had their day in the sun,
Economic rationalism,
Creates the schism,
For Adam Smith’s invisible hand,
Gives with one and takes with the other,
On the Eve of collapse,
Capital takes flight,
The population is in fright,
For there is no safety net,
The parents are divorced,
600,000 orphans forced into crumbling mansions,
So distraught,
The former Soviet Empire,
Caught in the blizzard,
Of globalisation.
The streets of old Moscow,
The people seem so cold,
They build Kremlin walls,
Walking with the wind of routine,
Conditioned by social rules,
I feel the proletariat,
Mixing with the bourgeoisie,
Peter the Great,
The Romanoff’s,
The winter palace,
So opulent and grand,
Privilege doesn’t understand,
Outside the peasants stand,
Awaiting awareness,
She collects roubles in the rubble,
Vulnerable,
A society in trouble,
For they burst the bubble,
The greatness and the pride,
The wretched and tired,
Died in Chechnya.
A state of natural wealth,
Gas and oil commodities,
Is it odd that wealth is natural?
Where natural exploration replaces exploitation,
Where natural protection replaces extraction,
Where natural selection replaces genetic engineering,
Where natural justice needs no court,
Where natural peace is never bought,
Nothing is sought in the natural temple,
For peace is balance,
When love is simple.
When the world is a family,
Removed from social systems,
Constructed from history,
Unable to adapt to changing circumstances,
For ideology becomes rigid,
Divisions of them and us,
Lack of trust,
Leads to conflict and lust,
On the international stage,
In this play the actors are not paid,
But play out their roles,
According to accountants’ pledges,
For power over the debtors’ ledger,
Gives the edge,
Leverage and hegemony,
Leaves only credit and money,
Growing on trees without roots.
All throughout history,
Empires rise and fall,
The people hear the call,
For equilibrium is correction,
Corruption creates insurrection,
Technology is environmental plagiarism,
Profit maximisation removed from ethics,
Productivity is not just kinetics,
The edict of multinational companies,
Becomes visible on the internet,
Knowledge carries responsibility,
And with that we have the ability,
An opportunity to rearrange,
The order of seniority,
Truth in democracy,
For the new priority,
Is social change,
Where the left becomes right,
What’s right is what is left,
The Self develops new in-sight,
Now the time has come to decide …
Who we want to become,
as a new species.
Note: Poetry is a play on words only your inner sight will understand when you slow down and meditate on truth, it will arise.