Wednesday 18 May 2022

Output of meditation. Looking up ...

 Looking up …




Oh Love, your way of doing life is rife

with pleasures that are numerous and sound

too good to be true, like that woman, wife

you've given me, and when I look around


your gift keeps giving, living creatures do

that, when you lift ol' matter to machines

(that's animals, & plants), recall how you

blessed them to multiply: fungi, or beans,


bacteria, and hipopotami…

And then when humans, made the next step up,

came on the scene, machine it's true, but <sigh >

you made us so we could dev-el-el-op;


next step in evolution is by choice.

If we "will" not, then this step won't just work.

You won't let others push a button, foist,

to make this happen. That would be berserk!


If you were wanting children who were gods,

could make a choice to love more than keep life,

without a certainty, seen, counted; odds

are no machine could cut it - with a knife!


I am of the opinion that you did

quite well, with all the goodness that you gave,

as well as light, and land, and sea, and lid-

that mythic sky, that teases us to wave-


to see it, then to see it disappear,

and form again, before our eyes each day.

That's very very beautifully… near,

yet far beyond our reach. What can I say?



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