You Talking to Me? ~ Philip Brent Harris

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Answer to an Unasked Question

Passionate Pacific, my daily inspiration: sunlight, sand and surf..
Murmured messages wash on shore, chased by crashing waves
Warm strand, moonlit, twinkling on the swells, reflecting earth.
Wind, water, weather form transient art, nothing the sea saves.

Humbled, vastness of ocean, rolling horizon beyond our views.
This and more as well to stir or calm me, impart brief harmony.
Though not enough to wash away the horror of the nightly news.
Charlatans, self-righteous fools screaming over here, look at me.

Bucolic word images, I know, do not create poetry, our dreams,
Yet, my heart clamors for still moments in a mountain meadow.
All my senses constantly assaulted by noise, hate in the extreme.
While chumps and bullies battle it out, for: see footnote below.

Magic summer days, glorious sunsets, some future day will end.
Nowhere will we be cited, remembered by reputation or name.
No matter how important we believe we are, which we pretend.
Time, space unfold apace as if we were neither here nor came.

Eternal darkness surrounds us, and we can now barely see stars.
It reduces us, isolates us, terrifies us more than we admit or say.
No longer beat gongs, drums to repel demons, sacrifice in wars.
It has not worked, so we repeat, escalate to keep our fears at bay.

Some when or where in our antiquity, which wasn’t so long ago,
We donned armor of faux bravado; false confidence hides fear.
All it’s done is screw us up to the nth degree. Fear isn’t our foe.
We push away darkness, in and outside, go where it’s not clear.

No reason to retain our crumbling masks of futile, fake courage.
Even as we live within the darkness, the darkness lives within us.
All part of a never-ending story and we each have our own page.
No separation, neither what you hate nor love; it’s vanity to cuss.

Like trying to wish away the color of your hair, color of your eyes.
At best, you might manage to charm yourself and others, a while.
No matter what mask you wear, it will still be but a brief disguise.
Yet, there’s no reason to panic, pull your hair; you can only smile

Since all one and one all, no reason to feel either large or small.
Realize, if you berate, harm your neighbor, you injure your own.
We and everything is all there is; no need to kneel or stand tall.
Selfishness, violence cannot help or heal, our history has shown.

Life, like distant space, is both simple, mind-bogglingly complex.
It staggers our reason, drives us mad; we believe we are all alone.
Fully accept it’s harder to eat your own head; what’d you expect?
Worth the work; good news, we can start over, no need to atone.

We must not forget our history, nor abandon our cosmic search
To comprehend our cosmos, our one, we must move side by side.
Resign and remove ourselves from atop our self-appointed perch.
Start to respect and treasure our living globe, where we all reside.

Tiniest animals know they must not shit where they choose to live.
Since noted time, that’s what we have done, and then we’ve flown.
We’ve always been so successful our injured planet has less to give.
We find ourselves foundering in deep water, clutching large stones.

Nothing will or can miss us. Though appearing gone, we’ll remain.
Nothing lost or gained, breaking down into all our constituent parts.
Stirred again into the all, bits and pieces joined anew will start again.
Combining to manifest future life only time tells us where it starts.

Each day, remember all is one, no matter what you imagine you see.
Each and all connected to say, sing, dance, and tell our cosmic story.
Don’t worry which part is yours; over time you have, will play many.
Though I realize you did not ask, I believe this answers your query.

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People Over Politics, World Over Wealth!

Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,

Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment

Unite the World!

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Philip Brent Harris Fine Art, Digital Art and Photography

You Talking to Me? ~ Philip Brent Harris