No longer daunted By subterfuge Payola schemes or even Assassinations by a religious stooge
Still enamored by overbites Pretty lies, feathered caps and Japanese super cub motorbikes
Confused by burning coals to alchemize and quicksilver mines in a triangular ruse
I don’t need a course To tell me to be happy I already know what wealthy means: Have you a garden, a pen and Wood stove?
The answer to the biggest question is: “to love, and to be loved”
The pathway to go there is: kindness, tolerance, empathy, intrepidness, weakness is strength
All this is to say: Cynicism avoided, reality reinvented, consensus subverted, admiration for the usual Savor the regular days, notice the magnificence in nonchalance & common place.
Get down on your knees!
To look closely The tactility of grass The softness of sand The circles and cycles The shards of pottery The ants smaller than the other ants The lichen, the moss the dirt The rivulets The worm holes to everywhere else