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?
content with the bare essentials
wanting nothing beyond enough
in this my only life
I chose to spend my days with joy
working without pretension
to bequeath a better world
is since long my one and only goal
and when that last day comes,
I will yield to your timely call
and at once without looking back
I will gladly return to you.
What is being, if not a flux?
We spend our lives belonging,
giving and taking influence,
in a permanent state of becoming.
Although I somehow guessed it before
it never so clearly dawned on me
that behind most troubles and failures
every stagnation and depression
there is always the same key reason,
natural, petty and utterly harmful,
a nasty, poor and coward human condition
lurking in our depths
when there is no inspiration
to find meaningful change
all failures are nothing
but plain and simple
failures of imagination.
vision clear as lake ice
purpose strong as old oaks
like the Sun at midday
I spent my days with joy
working to make a difference
simple in means, rich in ends
I forgot the self and embraced the whole
pledging allegiance to Earth
what else can I crave?
on unwelcoming shores
alone but hopeful
old ships do not burn
they just sail
I am here to stay