One Square Foot
I keep thinking…
I keep seeing people hurrying…
What kind of living are they making?
So hurried, harried, rushed, blind, so busy…
From the Tower of Babel, We might see progress Then we might see
The world reversing, collapsing
Into an abyss
To pay an unthinkable price tag We give up our bodies, our souls
We give ideas – they wither
We bury our youth – gone to cold, corporate rooms
We sigh as we call our square hole home
But why don't we call ourselves slaves?
How many years pays for the cave, the cubic city home we live in?
And all the while, the giant abacus clicks
Incessant Incessant Incessant
Have we built or have we destroyed? Global warming
Thinking, a huge unsifted pile of memories Memories, dusty mirrors that cannot see The flowers in the mirror!
The moon in water!
If my incoherent murmur
Resonates in you
I make these images in a most normal way
And I write these words with goodwill
I bless life!
I bless this moment!
I am thinking of you
I am thinking of me