Early morning, taking tea

•July 24, 2026 • Leave a Comment
[Recent poem. Image courtesy of Buse Dogaay at unsplash]

Early morning, taking tea

In morning’s silence
the shadow of the tea cup,
a blurry penumbra spread out

like an electron cloud
towards the little Nepalese
singing bowl, becomes

one with the half-
defined shadow
of the bowl’s wooden striker.

A speck of golden light
floats on the tea’s dull
meniscus, a tiny star bright

in its quivering on the edge
of the universe
that has no edge.

Such solace speaks
from the stillness
of simple things,

the deep
silence
of their suchness

perceived in mind moving
in myriad connections,
entangled with all

these things quietly appearing
in its empty subtle space, these
little universes, dimensions

bursting into sign, symbol
housing your almost stable
sense of world and self.

The tea is now
a warm bitterness one
with throat and tongue,

sliding down into a void
and depth consciousness
cannot follow, some

Hadean known unknown
teeming with cellular
shadows, our primordial

life now mindfully
knowing itself
as a poem.



Short Essay on Evil (poem)

•July 20, 2026 • Leave a Comment
[Recent poem. Painting: Uccello, St George and the Dragon. c. 1470]

Short Essay on Evil

A long life now, and so many good people
walked through it in a long kindness of strangers.

I hesitate, but, strangely, I have never known
a truly evil person. This surprises, yes, shames me.

It seems I have lived a life of blind privilege,
far from hunger, poverty, violence, cocooned

in the silent, hidden violence of affluence and suburb
fed by unjust trade and free markets for the rich.

Surely I should have met at least one evil person?
Every hour the news, history whisper their atrocities

into my unblockable ear. A loud incessant drip
of alarums, drumbeats, whining bullets, infernal

ruins, rape, bombs raining terror from disinterested skies,
all screaming the eternal pain obscene of innocents,

oozing its loud wounds from placid page, indifferent screen.
So where have they been, the truly evil ones?

The torturers, child abusers, the Hitlers,, Stalins, Maos,
the smug moguls of media mendacity, mass mind-warp?

Well, certainly, tons of normal neurotics like myself.
A budding psychopath, two harmless schizophrenics.

And granted we all dance up and down the wide spectrum
of human potential, easily sliding on our sundry

slippery slopes of ignorance, hang-ups, good intentions,
into our daily missteps, tempers, envies, judgements,

cruelties, and all of us, no doubt, so very capable of easing
into great evil when conditions change, majorities acquiesce..

But where the inherently, essentially, irrevocably evil?
My life too naively cloistered perhaps, must have missed them.

Yes, people twisted around themselves in unconscious chains
of unmet needs and fears they can channel into art, music,

poetry, or else bluster, bullying, sadist scapegoating,
inflicting pain on others besides their needy, empty selves.

Yes, I can muster a few of those, albeit at some remove.
And yet, are not many of us fervid fans, good team-players all,

fearful of what our tribe might think, that dull grey uniform
of groupthink that marches in robotic ranks, flares in fires of hate,

tramples faces in the dust, twists the bloodied screw, coldly
signs a form assigning categories of designated extermination?

So I wonder, is not what drives the world of beast and us,
at root, a dark, gnawing knot of wanting and fear? Is it moot,

or does not a thirst for power, control, lust for war
simply start, perhaps, with wanting more,

fearing lack or loss, a drive and dross as old as ego,
as the fearful chimp fighting for status, a choice piece

of fly-ridden meat under a droning sun, or a Sapiens
chancing upon a Neanderthal in his favoured valley

or comely cave, early winter already leering
with its sharp teeth of frost? Or even the baby

in its lonely cot, wanting more than bottle, its piercing cry
a fearing loss of mother’s affirming eye, warm protection

in the overwhelm of world and night? And does not all fear,
finally, resolve into fear of death, this body, this breath

ceasing that one mistakes for home and me,
our fatal fusion with this fleeting form

and present self, like a fitful dreamer
with their vivid dream?

A Maculate Annunciation

•June 10, 2026 • Leave a Comment

[Poem about age-related macular degeneration, of which I have the, so far, 'dry' version. Have now lost central vision in one eye. 'Bong Bong Street' is the actual main street in Bowral, NSW. 'Drusen' is the medical term for the small lipid/protein waste deposits on the macular that are no longer recycled into the retina as in young, healthy eyes and thus accumulate and ultimately impede vision. Photo of Schubert's glasses: 'Through Schubert's Eyes' taken in Vienna by my late friend Chris Donaldson.]



A Maculate Annunciation

first comes as unangelic blur on Bong Bong Street,
a glary cloudiness around its opposite side,
fine focus, distinctiveness of detail now a memory cruelling

neurons in a white-out of fade and too bright light.
There’s a kind of tiredness, a faint eyeball seediness,
like an insomniac raising sun-drenched blinds at dawn.

You turn your texts up to two hundred per cent,
squint at their shapes, track hieroglyphs of meaning
like a doggy scent. Behold: the crisp, immaculate world

has turned maculate unto us. A LED-lit glass hovers over the page,
your remaining good eye now a Cyclops with a handle.
Faces in certain light are now shadowed cloud banks

emitting words sans subtle dance of mouth and eye.
The doctor says drusen deposits have broken off,
like weather-caked sand banks crumbling

into indomitable incoming tides, yellow spots
of fatty waste have clogged up your worn, weary
retina’s central site no longer able to recycle them.

Nice it isn’t bleeding yet, although at least he’s got
a needle for that. Powerless, in kindness, he waives
his specialist fee, and wishes you a merry Christmas.

The Great Reckoning/Great Awakening II

•April 6, 2026 • 2 Comments

[Continues on from previous post. This is an updated version of a post I made four years ago. Image: Gothic rosette window at Notre Dame, Paris]

The Great Awakening

This is a momentous, unprecedented historical shift, the rocky process of a great human liberation. Like all such historical transitions this shift is rife with opportunity and dangers.

The dangers are mainly rooted in fear, a fear of liberation, of freedom and responsibility. Many, and not just power elites, deeply resent the liberation of others they see as ‘inferior’ or ‘beneath’ them. Many are overwhelmed and frightened by cultural modernisation and the weakening or decay of authorities they were taught to believe in. Their old belief systems and thus very identities seem to be under threat. Forty years of neoliberal globalisation and class-warfare from above have badly dented the dream of middle-class affluence for all in our old Western democracies.

The fearful wish to turn the tide, turn the modernising clock back to a time of ‘greatness’, ‘strength’, ‘certainty’. Rigidly authoritarian, they may wish to see some ‘strong’ authority figure, usually male, provide a sense of in-group belonging and certainty by directing their fear and resentment towards outgroups, foreigners, immigrants, unbelievers, liberal elites, blaming scapegoats and dark conspiracies for their woes. Religious fundamentalism and terrorism, right-wing populism and outright fascism are dangerous expressions of such reactionary backlashes and fear of freedom.  

At the same time, for those open to it, this Great Awakening is opening the possibility of a new level of Freedom, a new freedom from, and a new freedom to. The freedom from all false authority and oppression. The freedom to a new level of responsibility within our new reality of being One World.

The freedom from all false authority, from other-directedness or heteronomy, is a new level of self-activity, self-management, autonomy. Politically it will take the form of a participatory or deliberative democracy, possibly combining the best of liberal-electoral democracy with the best of direct assembly democracy. Democratic freedom and participation will necessarily have to extend to core economic decision-making.

In contrast to immature, egoic, purely individualistic freedom-as-licence, our mature freedom also means the freedom to be responsible. This new level of responsibility is rooted in an awareness of our freedom, well-being and security being interdependent on the freedom, security and well-being of all others, human and non-human, on this beautiful but ailing planet. Nobody can really be safe and free until all are. The covid-19 pandemic has been a great, albeit generally ignored, teacher in this respect.

Our potential new responsible freedom is thus not just political but economic, the latter also an important condition of the former. No freedom or peace without social and climate justice. There is now enough wealth to fulfil basic needs for everybody on the planet if the rich give up unsustainable consumption so that the poor can increase theirs until we both converge at the level of a sustainable fair earth share for all. This national and international ‘contraction and convergence’ is the necessary material basis of a conscious One World, of a good Anthropocene.

Our Great Awakening is slowly emerging, manifesting in both growing numbers of individuals and collectively in progressive social movements. As a species we have, especially in the last fifty or sixty years, been making great progress in our general recognition of universal human rights and equality, our global social and ecological interdependence, animal welfare. Old premodern and new modern stories have been interacting, arguing, synthesising.

Although most of us don’t know it, we are, slowly, painfully, moving towards an emerging One World, the realisation of One Human Family on One (endangered) Earth. Resistance to this dawning realisation is of course enormous, outright denial, ultranationalist-tribalist regression, neo-fascist fear-based violence, irrational lashing-out, xenophobic scapegoating and wars always possible and probable.

Our universal story has now reached the present year of 2025/26, and will conclude here. We all sense we are in pivotal, turning times, times that seem out of joint. Things seem to be shifting on their axis.

Geopolitically, we are now obviously in the middle of a historical transition in global, imperial power structures. Global hegemony is shifting back from west to east, from the Atlantic to the Indo-Pacific, from the US to China and India. Four major nuclear powers are now headed by autocrats dominated by a sense of resentment: Trump, Putin, Xi, Modi. While the US and India still (as of 2025) have democratic remnants, reactionary, xenophobic populist, far-right and neo-fascist forces, expressing a fearful, resentful, violent backlash against accepting the realities of the Great Reckoning and One Earth, are also gathering strength in many still open societies globally.

What is unprecedented in this geopolitical transition is that one ‘emperor’, Trump, is, it would seem, in some way under the influence, or possibly even in the pocket of, another, Putin, and, also through sheer psychopathic stupidity, contributing to the faster demise of US power, while another, Xi, also has a complete stranglehold on the critical rare earths and minerals needed for all military weapons and hi-tech industry. Both Putin and Xi are doubtless thrilled that Trump is President.

However, once all this becomes ever clearer, an irrational lashing out by a cornered ‘loser’ Trump – who already at the beginning of his second term ‘no longer gives a fuck’ (as recently reported by some insiders) and has been given total immunity by the stacked Supreme Court − is also possible, for example by some imperialist aggression as now (2026) in Iran (then Cuba, minerals-rich Greenland?) or even nuclear war against China (e.g. over Taiwan and its globally leading semiconductor industry). The utter catastrophe of such a third world war goes without saying. It would probably mean the end of the world as we know it in every sense and a regression to a new Dark Ages on a contaminated, unlivable hothouse Earth.

What can be done? The usual. Read up, talk with friends, organise for resistance and solidarity across movements and nations, engage in non-violent activism for deep democratisation and structural social change. Avoid self-talk about things you cannot change. Build resilient, directly-democratic communities. Think globally, act locally. Plant trees, flowers, vegetables, rewild cities and landscapes. Financially support all these endeavours. Nourish your mental health with music, art, literature. If you live in a rich country, consume less, drive and fly less, live more.

Above all, perhaps, it seems necessary to find (or be found by) one’s spiritual centre beyond all this, beyond all one’s worries, fears and inner chatter, beyond all the ‘news’ and overwhelm. Enjoy time in nature, a park, a garden. Find the spacious inner peace and stillness, the ever-present ‘stillpoint of the turning world’ (T.S. Eliot). The Great Awakening is also a spiritual one.          .

This book ends here, at the end of the first quarter of the twenty-first century, in the easy certainties neither of hope nor of despair. After its fourteen-billion-year journey through and as Matter, Life and Mind, it ends in the conviction that history, evolution, is as unpredictable as our own actions which conceive and shape it, and that Life, grounded in the non-conceptual No-thing of the formless Unmanifest, is a mysterious, immeasurable source of spontaneous surprise and creativity.

So perhaps it’s time to bring in the poets again …

Victorian High-Modern poet Alfred Tennyson had a view on some of this in his poem ‘Locksley Hall, 60 Years After’, written when he was eighty and published in 1908:

Chaos, Cosmos! Cosmos, Chaos! Who can tell how all will end?

Read the wide world’s annals, you, and take their wisdom for your friend.           […]

Forward, backward, backward, forward, in the immeasurable sea,
              Sway’d by vaster ebbs and flows than can be known to you or me.                        […]

Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good,
              And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.                                               […]

Forward then, but still remember how the course of Time will swerve,

Crook and turn upon itself in many a backward streaming curve.

The Great Reckoning/Great Awakening I

•April 5, 2026 • 1 Comment

[An attempt to frame our turbulent times within a wider world-historical perspective as of 2025. From the conclusion of my unpublished big history book You Are Here, and We Are It. In two parts.]

The Energy Transition Continues: Beginning of the Post-Carbon Era of the Anthropocene. Like our previous industrial revolutions, our Biocybernetic Fourth Industrial Revolution of course also depends on vast amounts of energy. Now in 2025 we can see that the end not only of the US Empire but of the fossil-fuel basis of our energy-intensive industrial civilisation is increasingly within sight, with enormous economic, technological, political and socio-psychological ramifications.

While our global conventional oil production has been in decline since 2006, global oil supply from both conventional and non-conventional sources could possibly decline from 2020, perhaps 2025. Global natural gas supply, including shale gas, could start declining from around 2030, and global coal production from around 2030-35, possibly sooner. At the same time, financial capital, unchecked by any regulation, continues to pump trillions into financing global ecocide and civilisational collapse: since the 2015 Paris agreement on climate change the world’s 60 largest global investment banks had pumped $3.8 trillion into fossil fuel companies by 2021. Governments everywhere continue to subsidise fossil fuels and climate collapse with billions of public money.

Nevertheless, while fossil-fuel availability projections are contested, debatable and subject to unforeseeable real-world technological, financial and political contingencies, the beginning of a general decline in fossil fuel primary energy supply around 2025-30 is highly probable, and the transition to our post-carbon era underway…

Are we experiencing breakdown and/or breakthrough? The Doomsday Clock of the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists that has provided an annual barometer on the threatened status of our world throughout our story of the Anthropocene is now at 89 seconds to midnight, the closest it has ever been to Armageddon. The risks cited are increasing aggressiveness and nationalism of the great powers, nuclear war, climate crisis, potential misuse of biotechnology and generalised use of AI without adequate controls. Must there be more enormous suffering before our cooperative, democratic, egalitarian, sustainable One World Civilisation is finally born? 

With or without Doomsday Clocks, we all now feel the increasing intensity of our total human crisis. Many layers of crisis are interacting, intersecting, reinforcing each other. Climate emergency and extreme weather events, species extinctions, pandemic, economic de-globalisation and breaking supply chains, energy and food insecurity, wars and mounting inter-imperial conflict threatening World War Three, weakening of democracies and increasing autocracies, strengthening neo-fascisms etc.   

Things seem to be hotting up, literally and figuratively. How can one keep a cool head in the heat, not be overwhelmed by the shifting avalanche of cascading details, get a handle on what is happening by focusing on the bigger picture? I here suggest two connected general ideas for framing our turbulent times: the Great Reckoning and the Great Awakening.

Apocalypse and the Great Reckoning

Perhaps we can speak of our current world situation as an apocalypse. For the word ‘apocalypse’ in Greek means not just doom and chaos but, literally, an un-veiling, uncovering, a revealing, a revelation and re-evaluation. The veils, blankets and curtains are being pulled back on things long ignored, denied, suppressed. There is an upwelling, a re-surfacing, a resurgence out of the deep and dark of past and present.

Freud spoke of a psychological ‘return of the repressed’, both symptomatic of, and the beginning of the healing of, neurosis. This may be our cultural neurosis moment. Our common language speaks of chickens coming home to roost, or of ‘what goes around, comes around’. We can also see it as a Great Reckoning: old bills and debts are now having to be paid. Historical, social, financial, ecological bills.

Historical chickens of many kinds are coming home to roost in what may be called a ‘Great Reckoning’: colonialism and the Atlantic slave trade, millennia of patriarchy and the oppression of women, the massive hidden abuses of the Catholic Church, the lack of democratic societal control of technological development that is built into market capitalism and its enabling state, decades of the class war from above and upward wealth re-distribution that is neoliberal capitalism, centuries of human and industrial exploitation and degradation of nature now threatening climate collapse and global ecocide.

All those oppressed, abused, ignored, denied a voice by the rich and powerful in past and present are now demanding to be heard, their human right to freedom and a voice: nature, women, non-whites, gays and queers, the neurodivergent, the poor, the economically, socially, politically or sexually abused or oppressed.

The Great Reckoning resurgence is finishing the historically unfinished business of oppression, slavery, abuse, ecological destruction. Women, non-whites, the colonised, sexual minorities and the sexually abused, the poor and oppressed, species and ecosystems are demanding to be given voices within the democratic process. In some cases, material restitution or reparations will be necessary sooner or later in order to pay the large historical debts owed (e.g. for slavery, genocide or ecological destruction).

The old oppressive authorities and power institutions are fraying and being called to account: caste and class, patriarchy and homophobia, the churches, racism, colonising states, ecocidal capitalism, oligarchic elites. Over the last few decades these old power institutions have been losing much of their authority over minds and bodies in an increasing number of countries as global modernisation drives us towards One Human Family on One World.

Is you is or is you ain’t

•March 3, 2026 • 1 Comment
[Recent poem. Image by Alexey Kljatov. ]

Is you is or is you ain’t

When you breathe
is it you
breathing

or is there
a you
being breathed?

The day you stop breathing
is it you
airless, deceased

or is it you,
unmoved,
seeing its cessation?



Good Morning

•February 23, 2026 • 1 Comment

[poem from last year's batch]

Good morning

and the brain overflowing
like a cup the Zen master
pours insight into

thick with the fog
of thought congealed
with feelings and books

a conditioned machine
of the memory I think I am
chugging along without me

like my disassembling body.
Time to empty the cup,
rather, find the formless cup

of emptiness, the space
between thoughts, lines, breaths,
re-membering the stillness

I am, even as I forget.


No Mind, No Self. Meditation and Philosophy

•February 15, 2026 • Leave a Comment

[Another attempt at clarification and ‘pointing’, with respect to the questions of ‘self’, identity, consciousness, spacious awareness, the difference between philosophising and ‘meditating’, the conceptual and non-conceptual … A previous attempt can be found in my July 2023 blog. Photo ‘Afternoon Soliloquy’ by my friend the late Chris Donaldson, 1993.]

NO MIND, NO SELF. MEDITATION AND PHILOSOPHY

Lost in Thought

It would seem most of us are usually lost in thought. I certainly am. Without really being aware of it, we are engaged in almost constant self-talk, mind chatter, rumination, interpretation, memory, judgement. Most of the time we are so identified with this thinking and inner chatter that we are not even aware we are actually doing this. At least in our materially rich, industrialised countries, it just seems our ‘normal’ state of being.

Philosophers of course take this mind activity to another level. As professionals of constant thinking and word production, they are truly lost in thought, with the usual thought content being abstract concepts, ideas. They specialise in having thoughts about thoughts, ideas about ideas.

Most; like the founder of modern philosophy, Descartes, explicitly see themselves from the outside, as no more than ‘things that think’ (res cogitans), which is of course just another concept, another thought. They like to claim and argue about these abstract concepts and ideas.

It seems they cannot step back and simply be aware, consciously observe without immediately thinking, analysing, without conceptualising. Thus they see everything from the outside, through the filter of a concept. The perceived and conceptualised then becomes a, potentially infinite, series of separate, third-person objects, things.

On whatever level, not just philosophers but all of us are of course caught up in this conceptualising and reifying our direct sensory perceptions.

On the few occasions philosophers do step back and introspectively turn inwards, they, again like Descartes, tend to say they can only be certain of one perceived phenomenon: the fact that they are thinking.

They then quickly start talking about more abstract concepts, external third-person things, like subject, self, identity, consciousness, mind and body etc. Thus again verbalising, objectifying the internal process of direct experiencing, they are, without realising it, identifying with their thoughts and conceptualising, and thus unconsciously locating themselves outside their first-person, subjective inner process of observing and being conscious itself.

This consciousness or being conscious becomes a reified thing, a concept that they then find troublingly impossible to deduce from their other guiding concepts of things like matter, molecules, neurons, brain, cerebral cortex. ‘Consciousness’ then famously becomes their materialist ‘hard problem’ (David Chalmers): how can ‘stuff’, a material thing like a brain, ‘produce’ immaterial consciousness, thoughts or feelings?

David Hume and the Buddha

One partial, and famous, exception to this usual objectifying philosophical and scientific procedure was the eighteenth-century Scottish Enlightenment philosopher David Hume. He reported that when he looked inside he found, like Gautama Buddha two thousand years ago, no entity, no object or thing that thinks (Descartes’ res cogitans), no self or soul. In fact he found no thing at all. No personality, subject, ego. Nothing, i.e. no thing. All he found were subtle, fleeting, complex processes or aggregations of perceiving, feeling, wanting, thinking, associating, comparing.

No Mind, No -Self, or Meditation

Of course, like the words in this essay, it may be objected that these are all objectifying words and concepts too. Indeed they are. However, they are here being used in an attempt to point, not towards other concepts, and thus ‘philosophise’, but towards direct, actual experiences, ones all can experience simply and empirically when they dispassionately observe inner processes, i.e. ‘meditate’, or more exactly, be aware of their always-present awareness.

Hume’s observation seems to be an empirical ‘scientific’ description of the experience of calm, disinterested inward observing. Also sometimes called ‘meditation’. Interestingly, this no-self observation is also made both in neuroscience (e.g. Brian Hood, ‘The Self Illusion’) and in Buddhism’s Three Aspects of Existence doctrine of ‘anatta’ or ‘anatman’ or no-self.

Some Buddhist spiritual teaching or ‘psychology’ speaks of these observed inner processes not as any ‘self’ entity but as coming in clusters, patterns or ‘aggregates’ (‘skandhas’). These are seen as energised or driven by repetitive patterns of reactive, conditioned responses and attachments that have somehow imprinted themselves as habitual memory loops, dispositions, self-talk narratives, sometimes trans-generationally.

These skandhas are ultimately linked to pleasure/displeasure, desiring, wanting or craving, fearing. When identified with, these aggregations or habitual response patterns easily become dispositions, an illusory sense of self or I, a personality, character, an ego. All are continually reinforced by stories and self-talk (my life, my experiences, my traumas, my problems, my desires etc.)

Disidentifying from these reactive patterns, realising this false sense of self as an illusion without any unchanging, autonomous substrate or substance or ‘thinginess’ is what defines spiritual liberation or enlightenment (bodhi, moksha, satori) in all non-dual spiritual traditions.

Our Original Nature: Spacious Awareness

Thus disidentified from these habitual thought-feeling patterns, one is what one really is: ‘original’ or ‘Buddha nature’, unmanifest, unborn, undying, no entity, no me-thing, a spacious awareness, a formless no-thingness, Presence or Formlessness or Emptiness (‘sunyata’) within which all transient forms or phenomena, including sensory, emotional and thought forms, appear and disappear.

Consciously observing without thinking, ‘meditating’, we realise we are no-thing, the empty, eternal sky of dispassionate observation, the spacious formlessness and alert but calm awareness or consciousness through which pass all the many diverse clouds of thoughts, feelings, volitions, personal dramas and stories, lives and deaths.

All these are but transient waves, powerful waves we may often identify with and feel overwhelmed by, and yet only apparent waves within our eternal unmoved ocean of stillness and (back-) ground of awareness. . (Jesus may point to this using the expression ‘the kingdom of God within you’, and St Paul speak of the ‘peace that passeth all understanding’).

The only reality: the eternal Now

Eternity, the timeless, us? Again, let us step back, look inside (directly ‘in-see’) and consider the empirical facts we observe.

We observe how what we call time, present, past and future, are, like our illusory sense of self as an I- or me-thing, also not entities, objects, forms or things we can see and locate.  Rather they are just concepts made of memories and imaginings based on memories, they are narratives, self-talk, thoughts. As with the self, we cannot actually experience the past or future, time itself, as real things.

We realise we can actually never experience anything but what is going on in the very present moment, the Now. A Now in which we may replay the thoughts of the past we call memories or imagine thoughts of possible events we call the future.

We realise both memories of the past and imaginings or expectations of the future can only be experienced right now in the present moment. Past and future exist nowhere else. Not perceiving this, we create an illusion of time, but to stand outside and see our unconscious creation of time is to be outside time in Timelessness. The timeless Now is really all there is …

This direct awareness of Now beyond thought is thus outside time, timeless, eternal, and simply another name for who we really are: Buddha nature, no self, aware spaciousness

A bird calls, a breeze arises, fades. A leaf falls. The moon’s reflection leaves the pond water unsullied. The bird’s flight leaves no trace.

Nine Spells for my Grandsons

•January 4, 2026 • Leave a Comment
[Recent poem. Some spells for the new year...]

Nine Spells for my Grandsons


May the air not load your lungs with plastic
May starry sable nights still sing to your clear eyes
May fine food from fertile fields still fill you

May the love, quirks, challenges
of real people people your days
May real songbirds and dogs faithfully dog your steps
through the vertigos of the virtual
May books and trees still curl your minds inwards, enfold you
in the calm aura of their presence

May you remember you are the silent sky within
May your Being not be lost in your doing
May you remember


 
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