This poem makes me think about how important the reconciliation of the personal imperative with the ecological, social and economic is. My thanks to my colleague, Paul Gilbert.


The sharp edge
of anger
slices through
our ancestors.
We thought
we chose to
decide our fate.
The blackness of
such arrogance
is a scar,
a tear in
the universe.
Thinking to
move forward
we fly backwards
soaring madness.
Look in the
mirror. Do you
see any reflection?
Look again.
Is this just
a mimic
or can you
forgive yourself?
And, reach
to touch your
true nature

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