རྟིན་འབྱུང
I seem to be busy these days writing poetry. Two more slim volumes decided they needed to mumble themselves out of my kiss-deprived lips. I don't know if that is a good thing, or a bad thing. I hope it is not some harbinger of the endtimes (personal of course being inevitable, but hoping against hope we don't completely tip off the climate crisis cliff into uninhabitable territory....).
That said, in the midst of the current reactionary muddle of misogynistic, racist, inept but incredibly destructive plutarchy-lead All-American neo-fascism, I still find hope and compassion somehow bubbling up! May it find both its voice, and more importantly its courses of action, so that as has often been the past in our history, a time of shamefulness brings forth a new and more encompassing level of understanding.
That said some of these poems are a bit dark for which I apologize and make no excuses for except I'm needing two cups of coffee these days to find that optimism I alluded to above.
