October has been a very busy month for me. Work; with all of its reports, meetings, fundraisers, program analysis, project management and so on has played me out, and on top of that there’s the environmental contract work that I’ve also been doing for the last four weekends, and finally add in the bureaucracy of North American Living; and I’ve hit the wall. So … I’m glad the month’s over now!
Sometimes I feel that our society has forgotten how to keep things simple. We rush about chasing technology, looking for more information, creating more process’s to deal with process, overthinking and over complicating our lives. I find that very frustrating! There are days, seems like more of them lately, where I think we’re just feeding the machine. What are we accomplishing? Are we just wasting our energy and mismanaging the resources that we’ve been blessed with here in the land flowing with milk and honey?
Anyway, it’s really nice to have a weekend off, and through all of the busyness of the last month I’ve rediscovered the ‘freshness’ of my morning devotions. I used to do a lot of writing, and the other day as I enjoyed the quietness of the early morning, contemplating life and all its complexities versus the stillness and the simplicity of the beauty all around me, I wrote the following poem. It came so easy! It’s been a long time since I wrote a poem, and because of a full October it’s also been a while since I posted a new blog, so as they say … let’s kill two birds with one stone. I hope you enjoy it:
And nothing needs to be said
I like the morning
when the house still sleeps
sunlight through melted sand
and the leaves of the vine
that grow in their home in the air;
casting shadow hearts on the wall
and your Spirit so fresh in the stillness
… no you are the stillness.
And the madness of this world stops.
Just you and me.
No process no paper no t – nology,
No nothing at all.
Just more meetings, more emails
more frustration, more b – ocracy.
How about a pizza through the phone
and what’s the weather like in Nepal?
I’ve never been there,
so pay me more money, … and how about a 3D TV?
4517 children die everyday
Just count to 15 to know the next one.
Contaminated water? – are u kidding me?
So what can we do and what have we done?
“That’s alright just let it run till it gets cold,
and put a new filter in the BRITA
because the waters not safe to drink”:
FIRST WORLD PROBLEM.
Hey … we got it best in the west
I mean … $2.29 for a bottle of coke
and that includes the recyclers fee,
Yet 4517 children died in the sand today.
And by the time you’ve read this poem
That number will have grown to 4-5-2-3.
No, not here in the west, that couldn’t be
Say it isn’t so Joe.
“That’s an AFRICAN problem,
but let’s help them as best as we can,
because it’s the right thing to do.”
BUT … then more red tape, and what government
account is the money coming from,
and more administration, is it all too late?
Were we too slow, has the damage been done?
A canvass covered in blue
And 10 million diamond chips blanket the grass,
I guess it was cool last night.
I love these mornings when it’s quiet at last
and nothing needs to be said.
Just you and me.
A canvass of blue
A ‘FREE’ jewellery store at my feet,
– No ‘Blood Diamonds’ here.
And 10 million crumpled up pieces of yellow paper
that have fallen from that big sculpted tree.
Just you and me.