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As I chatted/User

 As I chatted/User

 

As I chatted

to the wild

Flowers & the

Trees & birds

(the snakes were sleeping

& the marsupials out of earshot)

I apologized for being so self

Absorbed

With my pain.

 

Such is

(hu)Man’s nature.

 

We worked out

Man’s need

For meaning –

 

In addition to

Merely being

As Man is not

Rooted to the

Ground

(S/Ze)he is unrooted

 

& must run around 

Though traffic

All his life

& work for half a century 

 

In order

To get money

In order to

Eat & drink

& shelter.

 

The non human

Doesn’t face these stresses.

 

The plants get stressed

By the weather but

Can’t do much about that.

 

The birds can

Fly

Still all their

Habitable spaces

Lessen by the

Day

 

& they must work harder for sustenance

The Sacred Crow forced to scavenge

KFC wrappers from bins

 

Plus the weather.


Still the cockatoo raids and trashes & carries on a right racket

Maybe that’s why she lives to 100 plus?


 

But anyway,

I felt unhappier

Than them

Today

 

As Lyrical Ballads

States there is

A thrill of

Pleasure in merely being.

Today there’s water

There’s food for

The plants & birds so what’s

The stress –

 

They’re not as

Self absorbed

As us

Isolated

Individual humans.

 

They thrill when

Things are good

& cry when

Things aren’t

 

But they don’t

Worry about the

Future or past

 

(Of course this is conjecture)

 

But then I think

Dogs get depressed

Still they’re not living in the wild

This is of course localized

We have no dingoes or wolves in my neck of the woods

 

This is getting harder than I thought

By the minute

 

Maybe there is no delineation

 

It all seemed neater before

 

Maybe (hu)Man can only see (her/ze/himself?

 

It’s kind of getting more interesting

By the minute

 

Maybe all I’m saying

Is that

People are under a belief

That they can change things

On a grand scale

 

At least the First Worlders do

 

Else we wouldn’t have our contemporary

Fixation

On so called ‘Politics’.

 

I am under that spell.

I do hope that I can

In a small way

 

Challenge

The violence to oneself and one’s fellow humanity 

By the Bully World


And open pathways to greater honesty and intimacy.

 

Maybe the Natural World does too.

 

By providing me with fewer Sacred Moments

Once I’ve started broadcasting about them.


Maybe despite my best intentions,

I’ve inadvertently 

Sold my soul?

 

Maybe my tree

Who told me “Assignation”

Is pissed off with me

 

& sees me as just another “User.”

 

I haven’t heard that term in a while “User.”

 

Someone who uses another

To get something out of them

 

But doesn’t give back.

 

Good Word.

 

Anyway,

I thought I was on to something,

& maybe I’m just full of shit.

 

God bless,

 

Malachi.

 

Publish & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.

 

 

 

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