We don't need to agree on things
my Russian counterpart.
We don't need to agree
that there are no countries
as I believe,
or that your country is great
as you do.

You think I'm a remnant hippie,
a tiny, insignificant piece of peace.
I think you are interesting
and smoke and drink too much.

Smoke, drink,
insignificant piece of peace,
It's all the same.

But poetry,
poetry,
poetry, oh Lord!
Heaven and all dimensions listen,
timelessly smitten as we.

If only poetry made our world go round.
We agree on that.

We sit cross-legged

      facing each other,

      a tall lighted candle, 

a plate of delectable dark chocolate 

      in between us,

each with a cup of warm, gentle tea.

      We breath in chocolate, tea, 

       fire, each other's smiling auras.

      "Meditation!" he beams,
Where have you been all my life!"

He thinks we are separate
he worked hard
for what is his alone

unaware I am
hands to his feet
water to his land
atom to his atom
veins to his leaf

unaware he is
lightening to my thunder
blue to my lightest, brightest green
roots to my flowers
handle of my cup

unaware he is
a voice to his rhythm
cells of his neighbor's blood
a far-away stranger's blood
a tusk of an elephant
the stranger is hunting

unaware he is
a star to their stars
seconds to their seconds
ignorance to their ignorance
wisdom to their wisdom
as I am

It may take until a last breath
a breath he thinks is his alone
that he realizes this.