"A human being is part of a whole called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself,  his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty." Albert Einstein

On hope

Cat Ba Island, Vietnam

Hope is…

a well-meaning wish or wishful thinking?

a hollow gesture or a bold non-move?

To hope is to accept our powerlessness, to relinquish control

to give ourselves up to something we're not quite sure of.

It's a half-turn from uncertainty

a resignation to what we don't know.

It's giving up and giving in,

in desperation and despair

for change

through forces beyond our control.

It's fingers crossed, head bowed

eyes to the sky, to the horizon

Blind Faith

when we have no words, no idea

no way of making sense.

An emotion that fills a hole

a word that fills a gap

vague, bloated and empty

It's the diaphanous mist of drizzle

the blinding light of a sudden ray

the hint of a torrent

the anticipation of heat.

I hope you're well.

I hope you have a good day.

I hope things turn out okay.

I surrender.

Put your mind in the muscle: A call to attention

The nauseating weight of words, via Harold Pinter