I’m really feeling confused. It feels like there is no solution to the human social order. It feels like a kind of cosmic disappointment, much like helpless leopard cubs that sit in hunger without guidance and nowhere to go, while they wait for their mother to return with a kill.
Beyond Our Reach
The fanatics and zealots
Act out their rage without love
Strut about in self righteous cause
Out of reach of function and content
In Frustration
Empty of hope
Boiling in anger’s hollow voice
In empty gestures in meaning’s desperation.
And I too am stirring in the pot of nothing
That I can hold in its core
Everything is out of reach of doing.
Meaning is buried in power
Distant like the Sun
Too hot
Or missing in the cold of night
When needed, I am out of its sight.
So here I am
Without arms or legs
Helpless in voiceless resignation
While it dances
Beyond my perception
In what lay beyond my reach of doing
Even when knowing and understanding
Its destiny is beyond my time.
I am barely present
In the instant of my life
As it continues unfolding in Its being
Beyond my significance.
So, like the Sun
Watching the powers of money and means
Captured in singularity’s greed
I too can only hope
It will find wisdom in the morning
And rise up to provide
The warmth I need
In the stuff of life
To live, breath and feed
But, like the Sun
Its powers do not ask my permission
To live or die
Carries on without hearing my cries.
And the monopoly’s monster
So, yelling or screaming
About their ways
In their strangled grip of control
In wealth’s possession and measure
They will not change the ethic
Of what they can steal and deny
Until they too are facing
Their own death in what they have destroyed
In Land, Air, Water and Sky.