A Writer’s Diary – What’s Next?

BB1FF4B5-A150-4942-B7DB-C0717128B26CI ended a recent diary entry with three words: Life Goes On! I have no doubt whatsoever that it will. It always does. Life survives. Through famines, floods, plagues, damnation, wars, the impact of meteors and the carelessness of humankind, life survives. It always has and always will unless we kill or destroy the planet. The question is how will life be during this transitional period.

We as a human race do not seem to learn from our mistakes or we have a short memory curve. Greed, political power, world dominance, wealth and technology will all lose ground as a result of the CoVid-19 virus. A great number of people have died and will continue to die. Things will be different for a while once this destruction of human life is over. Until we forget, again, and allow those same elements which almost destroy us repeatedly to take root, again, and repeat their destructive cycle upon the planet and life itself, again.

Life repeats itself in cycles just as my birthday is coming again, and summer is coming again and the new year will come again. Everything comes again unless someone breaks or changes the cycle. Through our carelessness weather patterns are changing, the polar caps are melting, the oceans are warming and the politicians whom we rely upon for leadership are cashing in their stock and heading for higher ground. If we as citizens of the world do nothing, the cycles of destruction will continue and we will create new opportunities for viruses, locust swarms, warming seas and mass deaths. I wish I could offer a solution but I have none. I know what we are doing is not working for the benefit of human life nor for the survival of our home. It is time for a change. It is time to break the cycle of our own self destruction.

Transformation Publications

If you begin to understand what you are without trying to change it, then what you are undergoes a transformation. —Jiddu Krishnamurti

Wise Poets

When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses... We must never forget that art is not a form of propaganda; it is a form of truth. — John F. Kennedy

The Poetry of Clouds

...If one looks long enough at almost anything, looks with absolute attention at a flower, a stone, the bark of a tree, grass, snow, a cloud, something like revelation takes place. — May Sarton

For The Love Of Wisdom

The truest philosophy, is not to long for anything in particular, but to accept everything as it comes, and find out the reason of it coming. — Marie Corelli

The Writings Of Tao Writer

The most we can do is to write — intelligently, creatively, evocatively — about what it is like living in the world at this time. — Oliver Sacks