February 14, 2024 – A

William Butler Yeats had an eye for what's what:

" Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world...

 The best lack all conviction, while the worst   
Are full of passionate intensity."
(From "The Second Coming")

The Sixties killed the best we had
and the songs of protest 
changed "absolutely nothing."

And we all are waiting for a savor
who is not coming
to relieve us of the burden
of being ourselves.

That which we seek is within.
It is never more difficut
than rising to the occasion.

One person doing what needs to be done,
when,
where,
how
it needs to be done,
becomes two people,
two become four...
by just making the bed,
sweeping the floor,
in the right way,
at the right time.

We choose to despair
rather than do what 
the moment requires.

Rather than see what we look at
and respond to it in ways
appropriate and called for.

We hold out false hope
instead of doing the next best thing,
thinking, "What good would that do?"

Try doing what is good
whether it does any good or not,
time after time,
all your life long.

Without keeping score.
Without caring about the outcome,
just bringing our best
to meet the moment
anyway, nevertheless, even so.

How long has it been?
And the thing that needs to be done
is always there
waiting for someone to see and do
with the right mind set,
with the right manner,
in the right way,
at the right time.
Here/now.

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