As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead, trying to kill me. ~ George Orwell
I find zest in the early hours
when my narrow mind — having opened
in darkness, is soothed into spaciousness
by dawning meditation. Insights diving
like swallows gathering insects
to feed demanding nestlings, rich
rewarding as if everyone has left
intricate dreams airing in plain sight
for me to marvel over.
Midmorning is humbled
by atrocity, the space painted over
deliberately by news reports
parroting subtle lies with so much
gloss and poise — Orwellian doublespeak:
War is peace. Freedom is slavery.
But love is easy. It requires
no frames, no jockeying for position,
no branding. If we can only sit here
in silence — shhh. Let go
of our stories, the history we’ve
memorized, the right
and the wrong of each other.
Turn off these incessant screens.
Let’s leave the safety
of the porch and walk
barefoot in the grass
and simply breathe.