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,

an expectation.

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?