He turns to rise with the sun
at the far edge of the world,
no temple or towering buddha,
just the lonely sound of garbage trucks
and smoke choked skies,
preparing witness
for the coming of the eternal.
Preparing Witness
Amen to that, brother. Bleak but real. A wonderful homage to a withering landscape.
What we have created must pass away – and the process appears to be accelerating. Are we prepared to bear conscious witness and welcome what the eternal brings?
Hmm, I relate this to the process and finality of aging. Very thoughtful piece
Thanks, Don. A colleague of yours and mine, in 1984 commented that while conflagration, while not a given, is inevitable without change. Do you see anything like that round about?
Yes. Inevitable.
Wow! Short and powerful, this……
Thanks Don!
from out of the east, sunrise of the eternal
Such a soulful image for eyes and heart… thank you.
Just the way it is. Very powerful and poignant.