How to tell a story

How to tell a story

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Magic Wand

If I had a magic wand
I'd wave it once and all religions
would disappear. No churches,
no sects, no priests, no sacred texts.
But there would be reverence and awe
for the universe, a mystery so profound
that life was driven by respect for it.

If I had a magic wand
I'd wave it twice and sex would change
humans would reproduce with
a mating cycle. Out of the cycle
sexual energy would be diminished
reduced to a handshake, a hug
casual contact that did not inspire armies
or create jealousies and revenge.

If I had a magic wand
I'd wave it thrice and couples
would mate for life as friends
infidelity a betrayal of friendship
and rare because friends cannot be
replaced with casual relationships
friends are soul mates to be treasured
as part of the mystery of existence.

If I had a magic wand
I'd wave it four times and progress
would become a dirty word because
it is linear and growth is cyclical.
Change happens in a context of
mystery, not something to be figured out
but celebrated in song and poetry
in behavior and making love
in gratitude and awe.

If I had a magic wand
I'd wave it again and again.