Sometimes I tire of this
“New Age” blather which
proclaims ownership to
westernized wisdom from
antiquity. How is it that we
think we invented something
new because we learned to
recycle? Ask the people of
Cuba who have been cut off
from the world for years, if
they know about recycling?
They are experts at it. But
then so was my mother and
grandmother, who knew poverty
and hunger well.
We spend money on CDs, workshops,
retreats, books to learn “All is One.”
Why not give this wealth to those who
are suffering from hunger and disease?
I can read a book on loving my brother,
but if I still allow my taxes to be
used for war, or absurd projects,
what have I learned?
I am a drop in a rushing stream. I
spin, splash, and gurgle along
with the multitude of other drops.
If you take me out, am I not longer
a drop of water?