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Poetry for a Time of Disruption
What to think and how to cope, this poem is for you, its words are hope
When the outlook for the future is grim and the world appears bleak
What is it we ought to pay attention to, pursue, and seek?
Personal and collective journeys put on hold thanks to a tiny, abstract killer
Hopes and dreams suspended, the fragility of civilisation has never felt realer
Holed up inside I’ve come to appreciate that suffering and ego are birds of a feather
But are they destined to flock together forever?
Is humanity’s descent into the realm of the unconscious a predetermined path?
Or will we come full-circle, guided by the wizard’s staff?
What is it the sage points to over yonder?
He tells us this is a question the human mind cannot ponder
Buddhists, Hindus, Christians, and Sikhs, all insist the answer is within
Start with the breath — that is where you must begin
In the present moment lies a fundamental truth
A truth so profound that it requires but a single proof
