a poem is a sermon
Perhaps the world will end tomorrow night.
With so few sane in charge, that would make sense.
Besides, if the Cassandras have it right,
it’s way past time for sitting on the fence,
pretending that our waking up at last
can make a whit of difference to the tide.
Canto I. Don’t Worry There is no cause for worry or alarm. The world will carry on despite your fears; true love will never languish in the arms of its emotions’ mirror once there found, though those who seek destruction may surround and threaten to destroy the cause of life. Who cares what fools decide […]
Lay down your weary tune; lay down your weary tune. You’ve been singing it for far too long. When others faltered, you still held on strong: never a missed note or phrase gone wrong. Lay down your weary tune. Lay down your worried mind; lay down your worried mind. All those ideas that still carry […]
Standing in the echo of the last show’s fading note, wondering through the night about the last song that I wrote: the one that drew a line and put me on the other side; was that what we both wanted, or was it just foolish pride? I wouldn’t be so worried if there was some […]
Here’s something that regardless of your worldview and spiritual/religious persuation, it is useful to bear in mind: If there is a way to overcome the suffering, then there is no need to worrry; if there is no way to overcome the suffering, then there is no use in worrying. — Shantideva, A Guide to the […]