Mr Nichols

Please, come back inside the window

I canґt promise you anything, but I trust there is far

A greater reason to live

I know youґve become disheartened and disillusioned by

The current state of affairs

Your stocks have fallen, your investments have failed

You

The man from whom you took orders has been ordered to

Jail by his and your subordinates

You question what is this world coming to

What is the profit margin when your forced to pander to

The marginalized

Where is the glory you dreamed of as a child

Dressed as a cowboy, your play that pointing gun at

Real targets

Your mother holding her tongue as your father consoles

You with the words

"Itґs just boyґs stuff"

Well, you joined his fraternity

You grew into his old suits

You cried his beliefs

You embodied his dreams

And with them his oversights

How long did you think it would last?

Itґs just a matter of time

The world is far from over

Your mother outlives your father

Your sister outlives your mother

And if you jump from this window today

Sheґll also outlive you

Look at her

Sitting at her Midwestern home

Tunning on Oprah once again

Today she learns to meditate on this secondhand couch

Meanwhile, you stand outside this window, twelve

Stories above the ground

One story remaining untold

You contemplate the setting sun

I am aware of your disorientation

Dis-orient, turned away from the East

The shifting current seems to conspire against you

Mr Nichols, you've failed to see that you've always

Stood outside of this window, perched on the threshold

Of oblivion

Countless men made stories about the truth

For so long youґve stood facing the setting sun

Mistaking the complementary unified duality of nature

As being right our wrong

Good or Evil

God or Devil

Mr Nichols, instead of stepping from this ledge into

The downfall of your up rise

Why not just turn around?

Lessen the intensity of your Western glare and face the

Rising sun

Note the energy swirling from it's center, how it

Illumines us all

And only the birds fly first class

There is your inheritance

The warmth of a kiss

Invest your tongue into the mouth of mystery

Allow her breath to seek into your lungs

Surrender to her touch and guidance

There is no other way

Your dreams of dominance will only help you forsake

Yourself

While your family continues it's search for

Understanding

And your daughters outlive your sons