“There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that’s your own self.” Aldous Huxley
What Emerges? Something emerges between the dry grass of noon and the last notes of an overture, as the last of the spirit is imbibed in an evening of introspection, that single moment in which the sole possibility arises where our past watches with regret, and how do we respond knowing our submission is death and hypocrisy brings censure, do we offer objection, see more clearly the self in the world and our part in all that is? What is met in this moment? Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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thought provoking Paul.
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Well that is music to my ears, I always hope to be able to do that, thank you VJ.
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My pleasure
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“to see more clearly the self in the world”, good words. I just finished reading Huxley’s “Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow”, much to chew on for the new year. Thank you for your poem! Robyn
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Thank you very much for sharing this Robyn. I noted that Orwell blamed leaders and govts, Huxley squarely blamed the people (I think they’re both right) and he’s right on the money for me.
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Profound musings
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Very kind, thank you so much for this.
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Your truth?
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Indeed
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Very interesting. I had to read it several times.
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Thank you for wrestling with this, and thank you for sharing too.
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A deep challenging poem
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That waiting in the waiting, what arises?
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