Gazed Upon (poem)

Heavenly residents,

Beings of light,

Poised in the air,

Ethereal,

Gazing down

At our oozing flesh,

Feeling naught

But pity.

*plain

I think it’s just plan hard to think straight these days.

Sounds like a dangerous place to be. I hope we rise to the occasion. Its bad to not know how…

I think we’ve gotten to the point where we’re unable to make a distinction between how the current situation feels…

Thank you Margrit! So true!

I love this poem, Andrea. Thank you. You may not realize it, but it is also very Buddhist: “right speech”…

Speaking of foolish parsing, now I want to know where hubris fits into this particular word mix.

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