Peace

A Bullet Was Never Beautiful

No more
holding guns.

No holding guns in the hand.

No more long metal cylinders
with a hole at one end.

No more explosive charges
built to impel a metal bullet
down a long metal cylinder
with a hole
at one end.

No matter what those who love them say
a gun was never a beautiful thing.
There have been beautiful hands, beautiful bowls,
beautiful scarves,

But a gun was always meant to break or hurt something.

The only time gunpowder was beautiful was when it was fireworks.
And that was a beautiful place to stop.

A bullet was never beautiful.

A bullet was never beautiful, intricate, intelligent, interconnected
and delicate and tender and soft and surprising
like the inside of a human body is.

A bullet was never more beautiful than the body it invaded.

No more holding your hand still
so that the handle has something to push off from,
so that the barrel has something to maintain an aim,
so that the bullet must take on itself all of the momentum
and fly out at something/body/one.

No more aiming a gun at any one.

You can aim flowers, you can aim love,
but not a gun, ever again.

It's just not friendly, nice, or kind, and most of all,
not beautiful.

No more enemies.

No one has to be killed anymore.

They have to learn how to live.
And not just living like we have been living,
but fully alive, fully awake, fully in love,
conscious, enlightened living.

There are ways to become enlightened now. It's not just talk.
And it's not insignificant.

It's because of the general lack of enlightenment
that we still have general darkness and guns.
No more wargames.

No more video games where you kill or waste anyone or anything.
No more fun shooting things or people up.
It's not that far in the mind
from shooting pixels to shooting people.

No more practicing to make things die.
Plant a seed.
Water a plant.

Enter the frictionless river of natural law
where even your thoughts will stop polluting.

Until that day
we are all the problem
we are all the limitation
we are all the reason
for the tears and pain.

Let go of anything that may move too quickly
at the living body of another

and be the beauty,
only beauty.

-pjs
4/20/99