You are what you write. Illusion and Reality...I reside in between. Where are you?
|These days are the last tiny burps of 2018... What do we face next year, crashing down on us at hyper speed? I included a quote from one of my poems...
Paired off like sparring hens,
In a strawless nest,
The egg broken at first thrust,
Leaving yoke to mix with dirt,
Dirt-life drains under mindless feet,
Knowledge of its passing,
A mystery pondered by others,
Faraway on a mountain top,
Tiny figures at the opposite end of the telescope,
Twisting for focus,
Bent in concentration,
They never considered the force of tiny minds,
Full of hate-fear-doubt,
The disbelief of their downfall,
Courses into every heart,
With stinging frayed petulance (evil).
(From The Past of Vision)
...So do you think it fits our world at this moment? I didn't mean for the blog to be so gloomy, but over the past two days, listening to the party and dinner conversations of expatriates in Belize, I kind of felt this way this morning.