Awaking from Stupor

it’s not desire per say but the clinging ~ that stifles soul and stops heart from singing enlivening silence sets our soul free ~ vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree” Nobody wants to feel truth anymore. They cry out loudly for “comic relief” Closing their eyes with a stubborn ignore to block any sight of sadness and grief. More pleasing to speak on beautiful things, stars, skies and flowers, descriptive details. A river’s fluid dance that softly sings, floating on a dream, with wind driven sails How sadly tragic we all cannot be blessed with eyesight of a rose-colored tint and that joy is dispersed with inequity. For a beggar’s life is not Heaven sent May all caring ears be acutely tuned to those human songs that hum in the gloom. 1/22/2024