The things we do….
Did I make an intention? The day wizzed by with so much activity. Into the big-smoke… once a sleepy little coastal town; beach shacks and surfers, dirt pavements and much more rainforest. A Mecca for those looking for their Shangrila.
As it does, our ways ~ at least during this last major cycle of evolution… we continue to ‘improve’… make bigger, smoother, shinier, faster. Taking up more space… smothering the ground. Cutting down trees, trampling the invisibles under our feet.
We don the crown ~ we claim the chair… velvet voluptuousness, jewel studded; we rule our kingdom.
Others ~ underfoot, above; hiding in the bushes; staying out of our way. Divert their course, get on with the cause… instructed for millennia.
We become hardened, blind, never feeling; dumb and blind and deaf to all but our own cravings for more.
We use, abuse ~ kill and destroy. We’ve become monsters. Could we ever guess the depths we have descended. We continue on my way ~ recreation and conquering. We are masters of our world. Silent weeping fills the gaps. Why we choose the path we do… down into the sewers.
Oh yes, deceiving it is. Lit up like a castle. But scratch the surface, move a few steps closer… what do you see, but oblivion. Lost souls wandering, finding amnesia in the bottle. Or the latest powder or pill.
What have we become? In the glorified name of progress. Where are we heading? Off the cliff, most assuredly.
To be continued……
After a very long day in Byron Bay… my goodness. Yes, it’s my homeopathic nature. Life is challenging for me at times. But the writers workshops were inspiring. On New Moon day and a Venus Return for me… it was a super big day in so many ways.
Now lotsa resting ❤️❤️❤️