mediation is a difficult cult to join. in times past we ran too fast.
the idea is to stop everything...except your breath and heart.
let you mind roam to stillness, i say.
and silence the noisy thrall with chatter we have going on.
i thought at least this time off in Quarantine would make me a better writer.
i hoped i could stay at home...w/o going quite insane.
one week later or ten days...
who's forever counting? i shunned my parking meter.
now i sit here after a morning bright and sundry
the clouds have left as my mind has cleared.
much more smooth and sultry.
i wonder if this painful lesson of aloneness is not simple truth.
slow down show up late and siesta from 1 to 4...watch the flowers blossom.
listen to the grass grow.
In Finland i read they turned it to las femmes.
elected one presidente, only 34 this year it said.
and she in turn formed a coalition to find a better way
to get things done. They already have 2 small cities with UBI.
{Experimental of course. Caution has its place.
for the tweak and the twist the range and the rearrangement.}
The 5 parties she could admire as friends all
turned out to be feminine-run.
so the 6 most powerful pols in Finland
are either moms or gonna be. why not? running a state
is just like raising kids and ameliorating a man.
micro models are what we are seeing here. feeling, too.
the first idea they put to parliament,
was to make the official work week 4 days down from 5
and 6 hours each at that.
good. now go meditate. or relax if that's all you need.
just slow down and let your mind wander wonder up and under
and make sure you don't get fat.
something good for you will pop up rest assured at that.
you might even change the world by simply
changing hats.
That was my feeble attempt at free verse. didactic.
EVERYTHING i think is didactic or a toss it.
some say you think too much jimmy. just have fun.
BUT FIRST I HAVE TO TEACH MYSELF.
i say count your butterflies & stick yardstick into your black
topsoil. sing a little blues to feel the pain Clinton talked about feeling.
uh-huh.
ask what will happen to Oh,Calcutta now, and Dacca, not Decca.
Who cares about NOLA, JAKARTA AMSTERDAM TRIBECA SF BAY
MIAMI BANGKOK ALEXANDRIA VENICE MARSEILLE BACELONA
CASABLANCA MALAGA HAVANA BUENOS AIRES MONTEVIDEO
RIO SAO PAULO DAKAR LAGOS BALTIMORE TOKYO FUKUSHIMA
and idunno...
are we our brother's keepers or just keepers of the jails and
overseers of the NEW World Plantation?
we need to stop and think. so this is perfect: and maybe
our last chance. NATURE IS SPANKING US PRETTY HARD:
i want to say this is the Age of the Virus. it's been in place a while.
maybe Mother Nature (i like to call GAIA) is seeking less not more.
and this an effort to go even smaller.
The Virus is the most populous choice on earth: lucky for us they
do not believe in democracy either. They are vagabond tramps, most
of them looking for a home.
In The world of GAIA, Bacteria form a minor opposition party:
heck we got viruses inside each and every cell.
some kill lonely bacteria also looking for a home.
Virals have us by the genome.
What is Life? is it us? alone midst our dead zones we abhor yet create
for our vertebrate cohorts we like to eat?
{there is something fishy about all that when all the fish are gone.}
six foot soils from eons of buffalo, have shrunk to 6 inches.
and we freak when the price of oil goes up,
and rejoice when it goes down even tho the latter is when we
most outrageously
burn the house down....forgetfulness, oblivia our only home.
The sun is probably crying....thinking maybe its good work here
is most likely done.
we've got to make sure we fit in: the conquest was uber
alles long ago: our heads are gonna roll.
today we kill the butterflies and bees and thus the birds and
bees and love in the Time of CorViD disease...
19th Century you ask me. this dis-ease. dis-comfort
misunderstanding of culture and tradition...the methods that has got us to here..
outmoded ways of seeing with someone else's eyes.
the world was half empty even up thru JFK, but it's full today.
there is no escape valve waiting like
go west young man and play!
we're stuck here with each other and if we all don't get well
there will be more of these we'll have to fight and fight and
cure to death when they are more and we are less and we are finally
on Earth
the worst house guests of all.
eventually, we'll have to go.
And if the rich who have made it profited from our insane social structures
da system they so revere they coudl pay half of us to kill the other half...
and maybe that is what's going on...but is this the way to found a new
Garden of Eden for old rich men and teen age grrrls to play their puerile
games?
and i did not say one word about capitalism...
because that would be didactic...and what does any poet know?
poets simply feel the paradise losing way before it's lost.
our hectic pace enforced by scarcity has scarcely had its day...
and already noted...is not bienvenidos danke egalite fraternite
sorority....only liberte...SUCCEEDING in place without even picking up its trash.
but to what end? The death trucks prowling the streets of Chicago and New York Berlin and Milan, London, Shanghai, Bombay.
everywhere a kick and no cry a ticket to la barranca and breakfast for vultures....?
And i never said that Capital is Gaia's cancer. without end.
Or that nothing made by the mind of man is immortal.
it's the heart that counts.
humanity is kinda short on empathy.
now we really know that all is one and
one for all is a natural force. like family.
and why not family of mankind? women at the helm?
from each to each etc.
nothing on Earth is immortal,
but LIFE itself. nothing is bigger.
no religion no philosophy no icons no ideology
no econ 101 no political system no medicine
no gods also made from the fervid if no longer fertile,
minds of man.
gracias por tus pensamientos.
thank you for your thoughts.
RELAX IN THIS TIME OF REPOSE.
...something good from this shall also rise...
