In an obscenely prosperous culture, Fred works because he says he needs more money. When Rockefeller was asked, “How much money is enough?” he said, “Just a little bit more.” What Fred really wants is more love.
Everyone is Fred here and we sit tired and pondering whether validation can come from the inside.
there is food being given but
the pirate type controlling the country won’t let aid in
the big boats can’t get to the ports
even if they could, on shore
it is beyond food
some now need care before they can eat.
These Somalian people.
What now to do with the awareness of them and it’s effect on me
The tonglen buddhist practice is the only real thing
Breathing in and breathing out with
toward another with well-wishing
Because of you I got on my bike later today. I rode and I felt better in the saturated light of dinnertime September. The golden yellow of uncut dried grass made me pretend for a moment that I was in southern California where, if I took a left, I’d go into the desert and drive and drive, roadkill cafes and all, until I came to a creek amidst the boulders in somewhere, say Arizona, and unroll my bag and go to sleep under zillions of stars waking up the next morning not reading email.
Instead I contented myself with curving my bike into Temescal Lake Park where a lone mother and child were ending the day slowly.
It was enough just to get on my bike.
Just enough because you suggested the obvious thing I’d been missing.
To feel better you have to do things that make you feel better.