Dried Grass and Dead Trees
It can be hard, sometimes
When all around are suffering.
It makes me want to suffer.
It makes me want to give up.
It makes me feel like suffering
is the water to my fish.
But it’s not.
To feel badly about something
Simply identifies it for you,
something to look at.
It’s not necessary to then
suffer, because you feel bad,
to celebrate, encourage and enroll
others in feeling bad too.
Today in our culture
feeling badly is considered a virtue,
a necessity, a responsibility,
If you don’t feel badly today,
you are not considered human.
And so, this competition of feeling badly,
of making sure you feel the worst
of promoting your bad feelings
with the gusto and vigor and effectiveness
of Madison Avenue.
What a world.
What a time to be alive,
face to face with the true evil
(if there is such a thing, it is here)
and confront it directly, with love
and only love.
There are few warriors
but there are warriors
And our numbers grow as
first world suffering spreads
like a wild fire
and it will burn like a wild fire,
Hot and fast and it will raise
everything in it’s path
it will destroy everything on the surface
and we will be back to fundamentals
And reminded, for those who are left sane and alive,
of the joy of the world and of living,
Because suffering, like we do, is only
The dried grass and dead trees of life
And joy is the root.
Suffering the way we do is an indication of our health and our disease.
Life is correcting itself.
The meek will inherit the Earth.
Are you the meek?
Or are you dried grass and dead trees?