A calling ...

"We are called to be architects of the future, not its victims."

"Make the world work for 100% of humanity in the shortest possible time through spontaneous cooperation without ecological offense or the disadvantage of anyone."

- Buckminster Fuller

Monday, November 5, 2012

She cried: November

She cried: November, herald of discontent,
Why bring the North Wind here, why seed despair?
You sow a bitter mood. You snap wills bent
By hunger, swoop on wings from branches bare

To prey upon the weak rapacious souls
And pick upon the bones of broken dreams.
Why mock the sheep, the meek who know their roles –
Sad actors drifting by on mortal streams?

November calmed: to fully feel content,
Appreciate the sting, the entire year,
Not just the birthday cake, the thrill of goals

Achieved. Accept the knowledge darkly sent
On winds that cold brings contrast needed here.
The price of warmth is tortured winter souls.

The springtime feast isn’t all it seems.
Embrace la difference which colors dreams.