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The Crumbling Temple and Rotting Mall is US

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And what is the state of the state? For starters, a Pandemic killing millions worldwide;  Armed insurrection at US Capitol; President calling to overturn Democratic election; Giant problems rolling out vaccine; Economy for average Americans failing; A crumbling infrastructure (dams, bridges, highways, small towns), across the country; Planetary overconsumption and stressed resources (water, food, land); Unfettered Earth degradation = mining and pollution (air); Climate change and waste/plastics/Nano plastics – even in our bodies;  Injurious chemicals in our food and on plants; Overpopulation; Foreign policy disasters and breakdown of international  cooperation; White supremacy and hate groups; Gun violence; Attacks on education and humanities; Machiavellian leadership. . . should I go on? Do not skip to denial or optimism; rather, understand the grave trouble we and the world are in. This is no conspiracy bullshit, it’s just the truth. Don’t run away or put God on it. It’s our mess.

The myth of a free republic for all seems to be a fairy tale falling under the weight of a hubris-fired dream married to corrupt ambition. This myth is fueled by a rabble chanting – USA USA USA – a prideful slog morphing into destructive action.

Diversity, nature’s fail-safe, is rejected by the fearful. The mob thinks they are losing something, but they can’t describe what it is. And how will the rise and fall of a once-great  country work?

It will work like humanity and the planet, all three evolving on the same arc where the end is written in the means. And the means of our present say something sinister and deadly about the ends of our personal, corporate, and planetary journey.

And when our fall, driven by an idiot-wind fired by unfettered Capitalism, a failed moral compass, and egocentric human rectitude is fully set upon Earth, the good Ol USA will be another footnote in the book of tragic and deadly experiments – a most recent illustration of the rise and fall of the Roman Empire.

The crown of a once-rooted Democracy is now tilted. If its roots can hold, and if its old leaves (Constitution and Declarations) can hold through vile winds, perhaps we may avoid the fall of an empire won through violence.

The sustaining equation is buried deep in the roots of Democracy, deeper in the DNA of humanity, even-deeper in the planet. In the present, as the Earth waits for us to get our shit together and stop mass suicide, cold winds fracture the philosophy of a once stable creed: e pluribus unum.

Ripe for an ending, the Democracy which is US, shakes our crumbling temples and rotting malls: year by year, month by month, day by day, thought by thought.

Steer Your Way – From You Want it Darker,  Leonard Cohen

Steer your way through the ruins of the Altar and the Mall

Steer your way through the fables of Creation and the Fall

Steer your way past the Palaces that rise above the rot

Year by year Month by month Day by day Thought by thought

 

Steer your heart past the Truth you believed in yesterday

Such as Fundamental Goodness and the Wisdom of the Way

Steer your heart, precious heart, past the women whom you bought

Year by year Month by month Day by day Thought by thought

 

Steer your path through the pain that is far more real than you

That has smashed the Cosmic Model that has blinded every View

And please don’t make me go there, though there be a God or not

Year by year Month by month Day by day Thought by thought

 

They whisper still, the injured stones, the blunted mountains weep

As he died to make men holy, let us die to make things cheap

And say the Mea Culpa, which you’ve gradually forgot

Year by year    Month by month    Day by day   Thought by thought

 

Steer your way, O my heart, though I have no right to ask

To the one who was never never equal to the task

Who knows he’s been convicted, who knows he will be shot

Year by year Month by month Day by day Thought by thought

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About Greg Ormson

Author Yoga Song. Writing on yoga, motorcycling, music, the Midwest, and more. Beyond that, just a human being working lyric narrative, playing music, traveling, learning, and breathing with intention. Like everyone, I'm a bit of stardust, a touch of shadow and light; and a drop of golden wrapped in billion year old carbon. Pretty simple, really.

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