by Cliff Beck.
To float in a cool calm sea
exploring its tide and currents,
imagining its farthest shores.
To sit under a clear sky
on a warm day
watching trees sway
in a summer breeze
thinking of a world at ease
with itself and everyone else.
To eschew a world
meshed in networks of
fragmentation and isolation;
a world which spins on
posts and reposts
of disinformation and obfuscation.
To feel compassion and empathy,
think creatively,
visualise a different story,
and realise another way
to be.
To receive rather than take,
give and share rather than accumulate
and cower
behind power and glory,
grasping at fantasies of fame,
and phantoms of immortality.
To watch as children
explore the shoreline
and delight in the ancestral traces in their faces
as the strands of time gently intertwine.
To look out across that boundless sea,
feel its ceaseless swell,
see beyond the me,
sense the eternal
yet feel free
to embrace mortality;
free to be.
