from the seed
pods of touch-me-nots
of their husks
as they curl
water for the mind, like water for the desert…….moss for stone, like moss to rest a weary soul………
9. Don’t be afraid to be an idealist. There is much to be said for our responsibility as creators and consumers of that constant dynamic interaction we call culture – which side of the fault line between catering and creating are we to stand on? The commercial enterprise is conditioning us to believe that the road to success is paved with catering to existing demands – give the people cat GIFs, the narrative goes, because cat GIFs are what the people want. But E.B. White, one of our last great idealists, was eternally right when he asserted half a century ago that the role of the writer is “to lift people up, not lower them down” – a role each of us is called to with increasing urgency, whatever cog we may be in the machinery of society. Supply creates its own demand. Only by consistently supplying it can we hope to increase the demand for the substantive over the superficial – in our individual lives and in the collective dream called culture. ~brainpickings.org
Each one of us
A multitude of cells
Assembled from the amorphous soup that surrounds
For a brief while
Before dissipating again
The question is
For a purpose?
If yes, what?
Sometimes we each touch something really deep in life
Deep and mysterious and quiet
Feelings of joy, harmony, a sensation of bliss fills our being
Could that be a clue to our individual purpose?
Should we follow where it leads?