Aspirations set unattainably high
Creation of misery artificial and derived
Where in all obviousness there is
only abundance and relative joy
Do we have to settle
When there just has to be more
Or at least perspectives
that allow acceptance
of self and others (and self again)
Only when inner peace
is actualized perhaps
Will there be real life - living
Or then do we die eternal
Nirvana, first or all
is not a kind of Being
Bliss consists in the cessation
of all thought
In this phenomenal world
Everything is changing
To dwell on truths
A blessing that would be
["Wonderful World Beautiful People" by Jimmy Cliff
in the background, from the "Reggae Spectacular" album, 1988]
