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Matter of the Spirit

This is the best of times
       materially
    This is the worst of times
       spiritually

    We live like Kings
       never satisfied
    The more we acquire
       the more we desire
  
    Our souls obsessed
       with glittering doo-dads
    Lunging wildly ~
       FOMO on the latest fads
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Jones Avatar
October 9, 2023 at 7:51 PM
True words. So eloquently written.
Seeker Avatar
October 5, 2023 at 9:26 PM
deep and relevant musings on decline of human consciousness, gw ~ why through life rush when a mere song of the thrush can hush heart’s blush and make joy gush
Hawkins Avatar
October 5, 2023 at 8:35 PM
I could not agree more, Gershon I think you are spot on with this. I could not have expressed it better myself. I, as in me myself and I, must go now as I need to fortify myself. I have RSI, I being the operative word.
Wolf Avatar
October 5, 2023 at 8:45 PM
Now that I know what it is, I'm sure that I have RSI as well, in a few different joints...
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