It's five o'clock on a Monday
The sky is grayer than gray
As I sit the washer is washing
the dryer is drying,
the heater is heating
the oven is cooking
and i am breathing
There are piles and piles
mountains of stuff
my house is a landfill
of things
I thought I couldn't live without
For reasons I can't remember
and i keep breathing
The temperature is rising
We fight disease and make weapons
People are starving
Trees are crying
hope is fading
and i keep breathing
The hidden cost of money
Is beginning to steam like a volcano
Trickles of molten lava are snaking into sight
The signs are seen, but few are listening
Even fewer acting
and i keep breathing
It's like a cosmic nightmare
Where consumption is the fan
For the spark that burst into flame around the world
And has itself consumed almost everything
We are running in slow motion from a fire that was us
I'm tired of the bullshit
That says our world will collapse if our Economy fails
How do we know that?
And we do know it'll collapse if the Economy continues to rule our choices
We all experience birth and will all experience death
Is there something you've been given in between that makes you right and me wrong?
Or me right and you wrong?
Can't we just forget about all that
And breath ourselves into life?
My Intention
To Know Nothing
And Hear Everything
Without judging
And trust
that this moment
Is
And each breath is
The only one that matters
