The more places on Earth you see, the more you realize how precious each place actually is. – Mark Weathers
life is what you make of it
Are you taking?
Are you giving?
Are you stranded?
Lost in a sea of your own mind
You are right where you are supposed to be
Right when you are needed
a long drive through the rain
manhattan whizzing by
from one parking spot luckily avoiding a ticket
to another parking spot not far away
a square grided circle back to where I came from
getting stuck in traffic and enjoying every second
packed and sorted and turned around once more
enjoying the central park meandering about
under the archway a pause to reflect, stairs, two towers
a commitment to ending homelessness must be made
a cold wet wind funnels in the tunnel past me and the fort
a long walk to the library with much in tow under the umbrella
sweet eye candy and a deep connection to the public space
rewards abound, drowning in potential knowledge
longing to be with, imagining affections
of new york city angels and goddesses
much could be said and more
a grandeur matched by the openness of the library’s caver
bright chandeliers with countless orbs
massive arched windows framing the billowing smoke
and ridged structures of 5th avenue at 41st street
Why is it that speaking about kindness toward animals generates so much backlash and vitriol?
Why is it that we so easily overlook suffering if it is not right in front of our faces?
How can we expect to expect justice and non-violence when we put violence and injustice in our mouths three times a day?
Why are we living in the past when we can be living in the future!? All it takes is starting to live with compassion and awareness for all life on Earth. That’s all. It just means we have to stop causing suffering for others, in order to drastically lessen the suffering of all. Either we end the anthropocentric causation of the Earth’s current mass extinction event, or it ends us. If we can’t be compassionate with each other, we don’t deserve longevity as a species.
Outside, all alone
the wind howls
your bones chill
the sun wanes
and your leaves shrivel up.
This too shall pass
your roots will spread
you come from a long lineage
of hearty survivors
and bigger fish.
Just don’t forget the little fish
long gone food for naught, not you.
Chewed for thought, spit back out
into the exact place that you can take root and grow
mature into your own adulthood
generate your own budding, scatterable
seeds of thought.
mww – 12-05