(Copyright ©1996 by Kristofer Dale, all rights reserved.)


      Song of the Hundredth Monkey

        ...it has to happen
        how long can we wait
        to let go of ideas
        that lead us to hate
        our selves and each other
        so much that we squander
        the gifts of this earth
        for this paltry whim
        to play me against the world
        or us versus them...

        ...how long can fear hold
        its withering sway
        over we, self creating
        each moment, each day
        give up the sad song
        of the merchants of death
        sing a new song, a song
        of such fullness of breath
        as to heal the split
        between life and death...

        ...yet this cannot be
        'til we set our minds free
        of the many dark thoughts
        the hold-back-your-tears droughts
        that keep us from being alive,
        the endless misery for which we strive
        when we fail to see within, inside
        the part of us that in others resides...

        ...breath deep the air
        to show your care
        you cannot sing without it
        clear your mind
        of thoughts that blind
        you to your body and spirit
        sing a song of sixpence
        a pocket full of rye
        four and twenty monkeys
        who aren't afraid to cry
        three times as many more join in
        plus one more, two, then three
        hundredth monkey, it's now your turn
        to set humankind free...

                      aszsa

       (with acknowledgment to Ken Keyes, Jr.)