June 15, 2017 § 2 Comments
In this relentless present there is no calm, no oneness with the universe.
A place of isolation and aloneness, this endless “now” goes by the name of Poverty.
Those who live in poverty in this affluent country stand perpetually in the snow looking through a brightly lit store window at all that is out of reach. And the needle of time barely moves.
The poor try to luck their way out, but poverty is the scratch-off ticket that never yields to luck, but is ditched instead in the convenience store parking lot where it lies with it’s worthless brothers soaking up the rain. « Read the rest of this entry »