Too Good To Be Real

Heaven is a place where everything is direct,
there are no weapons or displacement activities.
There is no advertising; hopes are met
through needs being recognized as mutual,
rather than deferred and then multiplied
into wants that prove impossible to meet.
In Heaven there is neither debt or marriage,
just as there is no ownership or hunger.

Heaven is the perpetual motion machine,
where we imagine zero waste
being sustained by Absolute Grace.

In this life the above qualities
are known in full by very few.
Though many experience
the tiniest splinters of Heaven
in the midst of every day dis-grace.

What ever our faith, or lack of it,
Heaven is how we see really living.

Paradoxically the more that more of us
try to live out such impossible infinities,
where the whole feels like more
than the sum of it's (unknown) parts,
through finite planetary resources,
then the more we cut off future peoples
hope of a similar life. Best ask for less
if we want the future to be a sustainable.

Signs Of Greater Age (37)

1-Your musical heroes, artists
you have liked since your youth
and from their early maturity,
rarely release new material
but they will release new albums
on their birthdays, because-
for generally creating fewer headlines-
that is when the popular press
most remembers their existence.

2-Holding old grudges more lightly
than you used to, but never letting
go of them-if you did let them go
then you never know where
the person you held them against
might bury the hatchet
in pursuit of their personal peace.

Can I Ask For Less Of Myself?

I assume I know myself well enough
to know my needs from my wants,
a roof over my head against the weather,
a bed, and food for each day
and (since I am so limited in myself)
some quiet and very limited company-
the furry four legged sort is the best.
It all adds up to 'my daily bread'.
I also know that out there,
somewhere well beyond my head
-and outside of my reckoning-
there are vast systems updated hourly
to keep me afloat in creature luxuries
that I did not realize I deserved.
It is best for me to keep a distance
from these systems the better to not be
overwhelmed by choice. But what to do?
When even after all the above I am ill-at-ease,
restless even, in the sef-defined self by which I define 'need'?
Would I be more settled with less? Maybe I had better say 'please'...