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From a ‘lagging' trajectory, something better

 

From a ‘lagging' trajectory, something better

 

…the ‘bish’ needs to take some mental health training

& learn some bedside manner!

 

Anyway I’ll go for a walk once my washing is done.

 

 

… anyway enough of the complaining

& there’s a lot wrong clearly

 

Human Rights violations everywhere you look

& even if you don’t look

I look & don’t look

& sometimes – often perhaps –

I look away,

 

But we’ve gotta be/get together

About the present past future

Time Space Being together

Infinity Intimacy Eternity

 

Not an eternity of somewhere over the rainbow

Respekt

Sometimes sure

But an eternity of what a wonderful world

Onya Louie

 

With all our private beef

I’m tired of beef

Respekt

 

I’m tired of beef,

 

If I’m feelin it I’m feelin it

But not if “no problem mate”

 

But where do I start & end in this

Infinite intimate eternal place?

 

Basically, as Carmody suggests

We begin

 

As Lao Tzu (if he existed –

If indeed a he?

A she?

A they, perhaps?

The words attributed do) says

“A journey of a thousand miles starts below your feet”

 

But of course there’s no pronoun in his/her/their writing,

 

What are we then?

 

Jesus’s story is different –

He was a/is/will be a warrior mystic teacher man et al.

 

Not alone there perhaps (?)

 

Everyone at a certain time might do it

 

Don’t know enough about other faiths/philosophers/prophets/people

To tell you

 

& so it’s not a sausage fest,

Simone Weil talked about how

Fictional evil & fictional good

Are the opposite of how they are

In real life

 

& I’m supposedly a poet

But not a hermetic one

No offense

 

There’s so many

 

Anais Nin in her day wrote about eroticism well

 

Primo Levi a bangin moral philosopher

Who somehow survived a Death Camp

That murdered millions

Until he didn’t

 

Of course I’m stuck so much in the West

In my place

My home

 

I know little of the finer points of tantra

 

Nor do I speak Arabic

Although obviously I use numbers & geometry et al

 

Aesop wrote about how a tortoise beat a hare

In a foot race

 

Usain Bolt shows the virtues of

Natural ability dedication & humility

 

I don’t really know others’ cultures

 

I’m green

 

& obviously wattle

 

I learn every day

I try & talk with people I think, might –

As the painter Jack Whitten tells,

I think might show me something I don’t know

 

I’m not playing favourites

 

I know a lot of good people

From all walks

 

& their example teaches more than any written or trumpeted words,

 

I think that was the point of the big J’s ‘good Samaritan’ story –

How people from shituationally (Peter Tosh)

So called ‘enemy peoples’

Can demonstrate common decency

For no fee.

 

Of course one can only do this

If one has their human needs met (Maslow etc),

 

Yet some ‘angels’ for want of a better word –

People with good energy vibrations intentions dedication humility self-worth ethics love sacrifice

Somehow work  on vapours

 

One finds countless roles in which they serve

For instance care workers doctors nurses teachers trades administrators drivers pilots boat pilots soldiers etc

In a war zone

Literal & figurative,

 

When you think about it

There are a lot of good people

Mothers fathers parents guardians siblings friends neighbours

Who help out people in need,

 

Yes an older man than me,

More runs on the board,

An elder whose background

Is relevant but also irrelevant

Says –

The big problem with this place

Is it’s too much about money

Weak & brutal & corrupt leaders

Criminals at all levels of society,

 

There are exemptions like the Ukraine guy

& other leaders with backbone,

The Minneapolis Mayor

Still not sure about Traore (but I’m not there he seems to be doin some HEAVY lifting –

At least according to his press releases) –

I’m always a bit wary of leaders without a functioning Free Press,

& cracking down on other people’s sexuality gender et al is bullshit,

As is the former,

 

But as I say, I’m not there from where the people are,

 

& really in the case of Ukraine,

 

It’s also his people who keep him accountable,

 

Gaza, Sudan, The Congo, West Papua, Australia, (apologies for this implied by not explicitly named, Asylum Seekers, et al )

 

Glimmers sometimes serious reports & sometimes rumours come out,

 

But they’re at war

 

What about, to borrow from Cold Chisel,

“When the war is over?”

 

What then? –

 

Series of ‘hot’ & ‘cold’ wars

Seemingly endlessly,

 

But you know

I think of Johnny Cash

Singing the song (whose author I didn’t take in)

“Last night I had the strangest dream

I’ve ever known before,

I dreamed that all the world agreed

To put an end to war,”

 

To end (for want of a better word)

I’ll go back to the beginning

 

& here,

In Wurundjeri Country

& which from a different First Nations mob & country,

 

Kev Carmody put it:

 

“Greed will eventually consume itself,

Cometh the desert winds

Of change…”

 

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

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