So nice to fly away from the same old
To see our world from 30,000 feet
To seek out only the cream,
in a far-off place.
There is truth
in beauty and perfection,
but our methods are yet crude.
Impatience and perfectionism
- murderous companions -
ensnaring foolish youth
unleashing hell on earth.
"It is no measure of health
to be well adjusted
to a profoundly sick society"
wrote Krishnamurti.
It certainly is a measure of health
to channel my energy
- be it anger or love -
to lessen,
instead of adding to
suffering in our one shared world.
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