Tuesday, 20 December 2016

What to Do?

I too tire of imperfection.
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.

Latest Massacre - Fabrizio Bensch/Reuters


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