There is no system that we can devise that does not depend on morale character and virtue. It seems to me that people in my country are overlooking this crucial aspect of humanity’s existence. We have either become so infatuated with our technical expertise that we have forgotten, or, we have ceased to hope for the morale development of our species. There is no rectification for the second belief. If our society rests our problem solving abilities on the premise of an exclusively technical solution, any outcome we manifest will inevitably fall short. The human race must learn to depend on each other’s ability and wherewithal to act in the interests of humanity from an objective standpoint. In fact, I foresee the societies of the future looking back on our civilization as one of barbarity and crudeness in comparison to the cooperation and connection they have managed to achieve. How long will we be able to depend on a “new system” to create solutions? Or am I simply not embracing the chaos that defines this human experience?

When the Wind Blows

When the wind blows
I can feel it rolling across my skin
I can feel it going somewhere although I don’t know where
It blows and blows until the sun no longer shines

I am standing outside looking upon the sky
So serene, so beautiful, so blue
The clouds roll by as the hours turn into days
Night falls and I fall asleep

What more can I ask for
Than for such a world as we have been given
For all the pain and suffering I see
There is a moment of wonder for each instance of darkness

The darkness creeps and lingers
Sneaking up on my fragile mind when I least expect it
When I am least prepared and able
It comes and goes the same as the wind

I feel deep into my soul
Deep into the recesses of my mind
Deep into the dark depths of my heart
And I find some small traces of light

Each one of us has a choice during the moments of dark
Shall we cease to look for the beauty?
Cease to look for the small moment of joy that is bestowed upon us
A gift and a curse this life is

It is nonetheless what we have
Either we find the beauty or let the dark grasp our hearts in its iron grip
The wind blows and blows
We can choose to follow it with a sense of wonder

Or feel anger and sadness at the purposelessness of it all
Where is the wind going
When will it rest
Our hearts are the same

Winds of mood, winds of emotion, winds of hope
East, west, north, and south
At times it rips me apart
At times I find the space in between each

A serene and calm place it is
And say thanks to each for its creation
I am thankful to be alive
I love myself

It is what I have found as the most basic aspect of my existence
I am a part of the world
And it is a part of me
The wind carries me as it would a leaf and I smile

For it may be that I am giving purpose to the wind
Or perhaps the wind is indifferent to my plight
Nonetheless, we are one in the same

Zazzo

How can I make up for the multitude of transgressions I have wrought upon this world? It seems the fire of hope which existed and was created at my birth has been extinguished. What chance there was for me has become lost under a pile of rocks. Could it truly be possible for me to uncover this chance by lifting one rock at a time? The task seems so great. Or is it so that each and every one of us are lost souls living in a world of broken dreams? That every dream that has been realized was at one time broken and lost to the world? This optimism inside me seems so faint as I stare into the abyss of time and abstraction which makes up my past. In any case, my breath still draws and my blood still pumps. What choice do I have than to live as a lost and broken soul? None. The sun will rise and with it a new day. A day that may be different from the last. A day that enters into the realm of possibility anew. As if it was a newborne sitting on his mother’s breast, waiting to learn his first phrase, waiting to take his first steps, waiting to encounter his first challenge. This, my friends, is where I find courage in this world. Nothing is set in stone in this world except the past.

A Poem for an Unknown Lover

Where the seas meet

Where the forest turns into plain

Where the winds change direction

Where the mountains fall away

These are the places I seek

These are the places where life is uncertain of its course

Where infinite power somehow seems undecided

Where spontaneity pours forth and changes what has been

The moment that change occurs is a mystery

It seems that the mountains will go on forever

That they are truly insurmountable and we must all cower

And in a single moment, those same mountains disappear

The same mountains which taxed my very mind turn to dust,

These symbols of eternity drop off and give way to coast or plain

This is the space in which I want to exist for you

In this beautiful chaotic energy of new beginnings

A space full of energy and life

And simultaneously, brimming with destruction and fate

Where spontaneity meets consistency,

an explosion seems to occur 

An explosion of fate and new life

– Zazzo

Through my experience so far, I’ve found the societal view of masculinity to be either extremely mixed or unclear, perhaps ambiguous at best. It seems to me that after the bloodiest century in human history and also entry into unprecedented prosperity, American society and the West at large, has rejected whatever view or basis of masculinity it had held previously. As we proceed further into the third decade of the subsequent century, I see a growing need for a revival of masculinity. And an adoption of redefined masculine values in our Western societies. Perhaps I will write more on this topic in the future.

Mistakes

An unadmonished sinner approaches a merciful priest and asks:

What can be done to reconcile the torments I’ve created?

The priest responds: Wait for the rain, and the anguish you are feeling,

Will wash away and return as rainfall another day

The priest continues: the pain you are bearing is part of you

Do not toss it aside like you would a piece of trash

In that way we find our world quickly filled with litter and rotting refuse, leaving excess for the rain’s might

Keep this pain close by, for it is precious and will serve you yet

Would you throw away your arm if it was wounded?

Would you throw away your mind if you made a decision that caused regret?

Would you throw away your heart for loving a hateful person?

Your soul is the same, you may damage it as you would the others

The pain you are feeling is not without origin

Your mind, body, and heart, have detached themselves from the machinations of your soul

Only through reconciliation of essence, may you prepare yourself for the rain

Be open to your soul, as it leads you back into the fold

Into the oneness of the infinite

Into love

Into that of which you have been afraid,

Into that which, through your absence, is causing you pain my friend,

Love is not the result of thought

And neither is forgiveness

Be patient my friend,

And be open.

– Zazzo

Is it not true that all logic and perception comes from feelings of good and bad?

I see no system that can be devised that will compensate or circumvent human immorality, irresponsibility, abuse, and neglect. So, where do peace and prosperity lie? Is there a basic testament of morality humankind can arrive to without the aid of the divine? It seems to me that our future depends greatly upon this question. And quite possibly, it will accompany the downfall of Western civilization as it stands today. For it does not seem that we will be able to answer this question in a way that will maintain the order of our current societal, economic, and political structures.

There is ancient wisdom in the East that must be rediscovered.