only outside equilibrium
beyond the foreseeable and certain
can something new and surprising
come into life and existence
(paraphrasing a passage in Malicorne, by Hubert Reeves)
The world being what it is
and me being who I am …
how could I prevent some of those mishaps?
Left without sleep and wishing better days,
lingering over the spilled milk
some days I cannot help but reflect
about what makes a day without blame.
But upon deeper thought I then realize
that such would merely be a passable day
not a worthy goal, perhaps even a lame one,
completely unlike a great day,
one in which I gracefully deflect attacks
tuning my mouth to the wisdom I grew inside,
guarding myself against my own wrath
and practicing that higher living art,
where in spite of noise, greed and lies
I remain aware, joyous and wise,
genuinely faithful to myself
positive, constructive and calm,
amidst a world that has gone severely mad.
The world as we know it
seems to reach a sort of end
cycles upon cycles are closing up
humankind is resilient but often dumb
with Nature ever more out of tune
despots and populists on the rise
reason and compassion seem to recede
what might the future bring?
In this greedy and negligent new world
how will we prosper and live?
as we enter a deep back loop
I think about possible futures
invariably challenging and rough
and while I struggle to keep hopeful
we have yet to wake up and work hard
towards a more tender and reasonable world
sowing some good seeds and deeds
for you, for me, for all.
Would you join me?
How many noble dreams have been dreamed
by so many noble people long ago gone?
Wise and deep souls of all eras,
Where do your thoughts and high hopes live today?
Whenever I get lost in my inner labyrinths
snared in weeds that I failed to uproot
I gaze up to the sky and feel the wind
grass and trees tell me whispers
in their graceful dance
invoking the magic
of every culture bottomless depths
murmuring that somehow among us
all heritages are still alive
flowing and growing
wisdoms of the ages passing along
over the abyss of time
assuming different forms and kinds
and slowly distilling truths
that no one alone could envision before.
And then at last
in recovering my inner peace,
I do not fear death or distance anymore,
since knowing that the breath of my mind
will somehow live on beyond me
in bequeathing my deep love
the nectar of my best thoughts and deeds
will somehow enrich the future world
and pass a little treasure on.
In aiming for glamorous summits
many have died, others lost limbs
but many more have succumbed
to their outrageous ego and greed!
How relieved I then feel
that early on I set myself the goal
to be in this world for the long haul
seeking not fame or fortune
but inner peace full of purpose
for a love that lasts and transcends
the greatest achievement
someone alive can ever make
that elusive conquest of the self
the golden harvest of the spirit.