The world is caught by the quick,
efficient short term, while
the internal deep springs of contemplation
and moment-to-moment existence dry up,
orphaned of their vents and outlets.
Technology is working round the clock
in making life follow the machines
that beguile us with their unending service
of needs that we never knew existed,
and our eyes have closed themselves outwards.
Hanging on the outer, out of balance,
working the sensory riches
of speed and immediacy, want and profligacy,
we sacrifice the real and the hidden
art of encoding the immortal inside us.
But out of the blue moon,
when time stands still,
the silent space is awake again,
giving lies to the deception
that the seen matter is all that matters.
It is in these times that we see those
rational packages of short defensible bytes -
followers and followed,
pokes, likes, wants and posts -
as nothing but the ephemeral tuning out the immortal.
As the machines bind and connect us
infinitely more than we imagined,
our medium is awash with frenemies and frangers,
empty moments and momentary emptiness
communicate better to our true connections.
When all information wants to be free,
when all knowledge wants to be useful,
lost are the easy ways to find the gems
of true experience that spring from
choices without alternatives.
We live in another world too -
where balance is as important as freedom
and beauty is as important as usefulness.
Where we see, think and feel
with eyes, ears and senses closed.
As we enter into a race with the machines
that can never end with us in the lead,
Let us cultivate for ourselves a habit -
of getting unplugged from the meme webs
and entering into the world unscripted.
Build the eternal resting places
from the short-term, quick and fancy.
For we are the only machines that
make better machines and create new worlds
when we unplug our senses and turn inwards.
efficient short term, while
the internal deep springs of contemplation
and moment-to-moment existence dry up,
orphaned of their vents and outlets.
Technology is working round the clock
in making life follow the machines
that beguile us with their unending service
of needs that we never knew existed,
and our eyes have closed themselves outwards.
Hanging on the outer, out of balance,
working the sensory riches
of speed and immediacy, want and profligacy,
we sacrifice the real and the hidden
art of encoding the immortal inside us.
But out of the blue moon,
when time stands still,
the silent space is awake again,
giving lies to the deception
that the seen matter is all that matters.
It is in these times that we see those
rational packages of short defensible bytes -
followers and followed,
pokes, likes, wants and posts -
as nothing but the ephemeral tuning out the immortal.
As the machines bind and connect us
infinitely more than we imagined,
our medium is awash with frenemies and frangers,
empty moments and momentary emptiness
communicate better to our true connections.
When all information wants to be free,
when all knowledge wants to be useful,
lost are the easy ways to find the gems
of true experience that spring from
choices without alternatives.
We live in another world too -
where balance is as important as freedom
and beauty is as important as usefulness.
Where we see, think and feel
with eyes, ears and senses closed.
As we enter into a race with the machines
that can never end with us in the lead,
Let us cultivate for ourselves a habit -
of getting unplugged from the meme webs
and entering into the world unscripted.
Build the eternal resting places
from the short-term, quick and fancy.
For we are the only machines that
make better machines and create new worlds
when we unplug our senses and turn inwards.
Wow Love this.. will be reposting as often as possible to awaken any that may be able to listen
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