what I’ve noticed
since the free-fall into foolishness
is that
only a phantom called ‘me’
with its program of personal purpose
and its visions of attainment
– whether altruistic or mundane –
could demand of Life
(when the shit hits the fan)
but why?
why me?
?
a space-filled nobody
(the absence of a ‘me’body)
makes no demands;
it doesn’t mind what happens
it has no agenda beyond
the health and well-being of the organism
(all organisms actually)
and no fantasies of an improved future
it just streams on regardless
from now to now to now
often wearing a quiet smile
and surreptitiously
inviting
more playmates to rake rocks
on the emptiness allotment
(the home base, dears,
of radical activism)
Painting by Ingo Leth
echoes from emptiness 
Yes
_/|\_ Marva…
but why? or what i like to ask is, why does it have to be this way? The response to my question is silence, which so happens to be the answer, lolol. i like to ask questions, it has served me well and not so well 🙂 have a great day ml.
Yes Lord Bhakti – some questions serve us well. They tend to be the ones that don’t involve a ‘me’ – that flow as impersonal curiosity out of that silence, which has been poetically termed “the emptiness allotment” in this post.
I love your unique “activism”! 🙂
Playmates raking rocks on the emptiness allotment – yes. Thank you, Miriam.
You are a cherished playmate Claire! Thank you for leaving a comment. x
aah … nice … thank you ml
Delighted! Thank YOU John.