this ball houses us
caretaker of the people
connected as one
in this small space
while the world shifts
a need for warmth
in a world
that seems to
have gone cold
a temporary situation
this depression is too
May you all have enough distance to be safe and
connected with sufficient love to remain sane.
Existing as a human, a random outcome when DNA perhaps combines joyously stacks the odds against us right from the beginning. We’re rather frail and vulnerable, but with care, nurture, and hopefully love, or maybe not, we manage to survive and even sometimes thrive despite what life can throw our way. The disasters we encounter – natural or otherwise – can be life-altering. There’s nothing more devastating than having to fight life’s indiscriminate catastrophes. Dealing with and even overcoming some of these moments can be excruciating. It is a “Survival of the fittest” world, just as Darwin described it. The physical world endures merely because of having the strength to survive.
When I look at this capitalistic society, it primarily operates the same way. The financially fittest are a class unto themselves. “Here’s a wild statistic: The 26 richest people on earth in 2018 had the same net worth as the poorest half of the world’s population, some 3.8 billion people.” It’s only a small top tier of obnoxiously wealthy individuals whose wealth sets them apart from most humans. Financial woes will probably never be an issue for them unless they do something so heinous that it topples their kingdom. Some individuals repeat that mantra with a vengeance. And some of those, survive in such a fashion that is a detriment to others — shame on them. Being rich, even ultra-hoarding rich, is not the problem, hurting others to remain rich is. And that’s the point. They think that only they should survive.
It is sad to see so many people perish because the arrogant don’t care. Watching those far removed actively engaged in the destruction of other’s lives for their gain seems monstrous to me. How do they sleep at night?
A fair amount of my life is over, and statistically, I might see about another 20 years. I hope that wealth inequality in this world sees a tremendous change before my demise. There is no reason in this universe that there should be starving children, homeless people, or otherwise destitute individuals.
We should be taking care of each other.
that you must
protect me now.
I’ve given so much
for your survival here.
Take care of me, it’s your turn.
Give to me what will sustain you.
I was beauty, strength, and nourishment.
Your treatment of me shows something ugly.
This Etheree poem inspired by Hélène Vaillant – What Do You See 11/13/18
Image above from the post.
Harmonizing the extremes by channeling in graceful solutions.
The art of negotiation in a world of bad discourse.
It’s a delicate dance of intelligence and compassion.
Few possess the skills necessary.
May all leaders learn those.
Our world desperately requires them now.