I am not worried when an insane despot is voted to presidency
but I am rather unsettled by the mentality of those who gave him the votes
I am not worried that egoistic Machiavellian types so often get to the top
but I am rather enraged by the culture that engenders and encourages them to do so
I am not worried to pay with my money a few indifferent soulless civil servants
but I rather feel sorry for them for choosing such an empty existence
I am not worried to see so many uncaring people that are blind to injustice
but I am rather dismayed when those who say they care cowardly choose to do nothing
I am not worried about the Earth because I know that life will exist after this humanity
but I am rather already nostalgic for those unborn who will never see Nature in full
I am not worried that I might someday be ridiculed and victimized
because I chose to abide by my values, and live a life full of reason, compassion and joy.
And I am determined to continue doing so.
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.
Winter came early without warning
As I moved to this new place
My present is not what I planned long ago
Life always beautiful but sometimes absurd
Why worry about what the future might bring?
I just keep sowing the wise seeds
Trusting the generosity of Nature
Her ways I follow and observe
How could She ever dissapoint me?
Far in the northwest a bright Sun sets
a small ceremony, a reminder
that from my lot of thirty thousand
another day had I spent.
What have I done? What have I left?
The Universe flows
and I follow along.
How could I do otherwise?
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.
Knowing the clamor,
the warmth and bliss
of that creative passion
that knows not of exhaustion
or any other needs
although long absent
when at last arrived
I welcomed it back
and made it mine at once
meaning everything now
to write down my thoughts
for what I am worth
for Nature at large
for my fellow humans
for my family
and for me.
Back at work,
back on track,
how important it is
to often set time aside
to imagine and envision,
to dream and express,
your purpose, and mission,
and then spending your days
working to realize your vision
lest your time runs out
without you blooming in full
oh! dear, what a loss if you die
with your colors still inside.