Grandfathers life boat was anchored
with Ramakrshna mission ropes
With Vivekananda as compass
he navigated few streams
of limited social choice
and died peacefully in sleep.
Our devouring generation
never happy with accepting
maps a course on IPhones
for a gluttonous ship
making narrowing concentric circles
in an ocean of plenty
heading for an epicenter
of restless emptiness
1 comment:
What has happened since your last post?
What direction did your life take you in?
-Theresa
-Los Angeles, CA, USA
-looking for analysis of Eric Fromm's The Art of Loving--thank you for yours.
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