Flat Fog [Free Verse]

Stationed in East Anglia,
   I remember layered fog,
     fog so thick one couldn't
     see past the hood's end,

but, given a slight rise, 
   one could see all the way
   down the runway -- as if
   it was a cloudless full moon eve.

As one might expect of an airbase,
   (having been built around a flat runway)
   there wasn't much topography.

But sometimes life is like that:
   a tiny rise in perspective 
   allows one to see the world clearly,
 
but a minor dip puts one in a
   soup of unfathomability.

State Change [Haiku]

water smashes shore,
rising as foam then raining
back down as liquid.

Buddha Light [Free Verse]

Walking the ruins
   of some old Buddhist
   university,

I entered a chamber,
    and found myself
    confronting a Buddha,
    its head obscured by 
    a bolt of sunlight.

I thought it might be like
    one of those Angkor Wat
    crop tops from when Pol Pot
    had the heads chopped off 
    all the Buddhas to make 
    some quick cash.

But the head was intact, 
    just blotted out by blinding light,
    and I blinked my way into sight
    of that serene face.

DAILY PHOTO: Buddhist Ruins of Udayagiri

Agents of Wear [Free Verse]

Sun, Rain, Wind,
   & other agents of wear
 that tear down ancient stones
   one grain at a time,

eroding symbolic rocks
   carved with symbols 
   that meant something
   to people in days of yore.

And they mean something
   to people today,
   but whether those meanings 
   match is another question...

Because our understanding 
   of past perspectives 
   is ever eroding:
   just like those rocks,
 but - unlike rock - 
   thoughts and beliefs
   were wisps writ in a
   malleable art: language.

We cling to traditions & lineages,
    but everything is erased. 

Vowel Goof, Or: Spelling Matters [Lyric Poem]

The sign read: "Flee Market," 
    and so, of course, I fled.
 The hawkers called to me
    as I sped like hot lead. 

From what I was fleeing,
    I have no idea.
 But I found a cheap chair
    down at the IKEA.

Tautology [Lyric Poem]

It seems there's no need for a sign
   that says: "No Outsiders, Inside!"
 Wherever you may draw the line,
   it can't sensibly be denied
   that the outsider who steps across -
   having crossed - is an insider. 
 No need to consult the rules or boss
   Re: the "IN" side of the divider. 

DAILY PHOTO: Churches of Mangalore

PROMPT: Modernity

Daily writing prompt
What would you change about modern society?

Modern mankind traded a life of struggle with occasional moments of terror (e.g. saber-tooth tiger attack) for a life of comfort with constant nagging anxiety (e.g. 40-, 60-, 80-hour work weeks and constant deadlines,) and hasn’t adapted well in the process. As such there are more mental health problems, inability to deal with adversity (or even conflicting ideas,) and an inability to exploit the freedom available. (i.e. The Enlightenment and subsequent liberal movements ensured that government and employers can’t exert undue influence over individuals’ lives, but still most people remain heavily constrained in their pursuit of self-betterment / self-realization by their exhaustion, comfort-addictions, or anxieties.)

There are two interrelated changes that I think would make for a much healthier society. First, education needs to put back some Socratic learning in education — i.e. active engagement of students with thinking and questioning [versus memorizing and skill practicing.] Presently, we have people graduating from colleges who may or may not be prepared for a job of corporate minionship, but who – upon hearing an idea that they find disagreeable – are unable to do anything but be angry or scared or anxious [i.e. from an idea.] An education that challenged students to contend with ideas (be they ideas that seem uncomfortable or feel reprehensible) through dialogue and critique, would convey some of the emotional intelligence (the lack of which has hamstrung our species, a species that may have intellectual intelligence out the wha-zoo.)

Second, we should have some sort of true coming-of-age ceremony of the variety only a few indigenous / tribal societies still do. I don’t mean a Bar Mitzvah or Quinceañera where the child is thrown a party and then they collect envelopes of cash. I mean the kind in which one goes out in the woods for seven days and stays alive solely of one’s own abilities. It’s true that we would have fewer human children, but the ones who came back would not only be more capable but would also be more in command of their emotional and mental selves. [And, to be perfectly frank, the last thing this planet needs are more humans running around — especially ones who need a vast carbon footprint to merely stay alive.]

Finally, we all need an intervention for phone / computer addiction: maybe two weeks in which there is no internet availability, whatsoever.

Muddy Monsoon [Sonnet]

The rains have arrived, pouring steadily.
 I watch from windows - high above the street,
  and see some stand in doorframes, tentatively,
  watching the droplets splat on the concrete,
  drops slip off curbs and into the gutters.
 You'd think the water would scour the world clean:
  that it'd sweep away the dirt and the clutter,
  and wash the leaves to a clean shade of green. 
 
But, instead, it deposits grit and trash
 in piles and sandbars that're spaced randomly,
  and befouls all the walls with muddy splash -
  that paints with red clay, less than handsomely.

But, while it may make the man-made world meaner,
 the rain does make the trees' world much greener.