There is no music that I can find,<\/p>\n
Sky looks forlorn,<\/p>\n
And air feels stationary,<\/p>\n
Emptiness has pitched a camp.<\/p>\n
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Maybe sorrow is the reality,<\/p>\n
Joys only a punctuation mark,<\/p>\n
In the long narrative of life<\/p>\n
Illusions become more powerful than the truth.<\/p>\n
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Running as fast I can,<\/p>\n
Days turn into weeks,<\/p>\n
And weeks into months –<\/p>\n
But what is the race for?<\/p>\n
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It is true that empty stomach aches,<\/p>\n
But humans have other hungers:<\/p>\n
Search for God, love, beauty,<\/p>\n
And music of the soul.<\/p>\n
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But today\u2019s soulless world<\/p>\n
Has pushed these sublime strivings aside,<\/p>\n
And substituted materialism –<\/p>\n
As an ultimate prize.<\/p>\n
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I feel a leaf tossed in economics,<\/p>\n
Caged in narcissistic existence,<\/p>\n
Earlier cultures respected the unknown,<\/p>\n
Strived for integration with nature.<\/p>\n
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Suffern, New York, September 2, 2016<\/p>\n