We breathe pollution – in and out
with every thought, with every deed,
not thinking what it’s all about
to see, to hear, or to breed.
Distractions right, left and center
from the reality of love –
the world we knew in the placenta
ironically, is far above
realities that fill our boredom
or our fear to accost
the infinite. The Heavens’ border
is open – at no cost.
What are we searching in the daily
escapes from niggling us pain
that, when we die, the world is sailing
into oblivion again?
What happens then? Who really care
for our perceptions convoluted?
The one who breathed the mountain air
can tell when air is polluted.
1-2 November 2011