To me it looks like a man with a pink hat,moustache and long hair,wearing a brown T shirt that has the image of a butterfly on it,clasping his hands together and praying
I see the 1968-1978 era in the USA. (I do remember it.) The picture makes me think of misguided people who thought that meditation, love/sex and drugs would bring peace and harmony to the world. Many of them were sincere.
[I'm leaving you this poem I wrote in 1987 about the modern American mindset and its influence upon Christianity It does not reflect a crushing depression on my part. Blessings!]
The Jordan in but never out, So knowledge takes in me such route In brackish waters to brood about The suppression of true freedom's shout--- The Dead Sea.
At lowest point, then, here I sit. The deepest depression of deep'ning rift. The deep'ning gloom---and shall it lift? Integrity's shroud, hides Holy Writ. . . Apathy.
As just-hatched bird by Nature bred Lives just to squawk and so be fed I now by histr'y do so defend By justified means I reach this end: The Bland Me.
I lived through day, I lived through night; I lived through love, I lived through fright; I turned inside to put to flight The hopeless failures from crueller sight: The Dead Me.
Whether by mindless shallowness Or endless, stale analysis, In Sophist and in Hedonist The fear of Feeling here exists: The fear "to be."
On me they float but can't dive in: Cannot drown but cannot swim. Advance in skills. . .Retreat within. . . A merry-go-round with fatal spin. . . Technology?!?!
Oh, to be that other sea, Parted to let young Israel free, Closed to drown out cruelty, Fluid with fresh-faced vitality: The Red Sea!!!
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To me it looks like a man with a pink hat,moustache and long hair,wearing a brown T shirt that has the image of a butterfly on it,clasping his hands together and praying
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I just see the 1970's U.S, come to life! Not any one thing---just the era. (Even though it was really before my time!)
I see the 1968-1978 era in the USA. (I do remember it.) The picture makes me think of misguided people who thought that meditation, love/sex and drugs would bring peace and harmony to the world. Many of them were sincere.
Thanks for letting people express what they see.
[I'm leaving you this poem I wrote in 1987 about the modern American mindset and its influence upon Christianity It does not reflect a crushing depression on my part. Blessings!]
The Jordan in but never out,
So knowledge takes in me such route
In brackish waters to brood about
The suppression of true freedom's shout---
The Dead Sea.
At lowest point, then, here I sit.
The deepest depression of deep'ning rift.
The deep'ning gloom---and shall it lift?
Integrity's shroud, hides Holy Writ. . .
Apathy.
As just-hatched bird by Nature bred
Lives just to squawk and so be fed
I now by histr'y do so defend
By justified means I reach this end:
The Bland Me.
I lived through day, I lived through night;
I lived through love, I lived through fright;
I turned inside to put to flight
The hopeless failures from crueller sight:
The Dead Me.
Whether by mindless shallowness
Or endless, stale analysis,
In Sophist and in Hedonist
The fear of Feeling here exists:
The fear "to be."
On me they float but can't dive in:
Cannot drown but cannot swim.
Advance in skills. . .Retreat within. . .
A merry-go-round with fatal spin. . .
Technology?!?!
Oh, to be that other sea,
Parted to let young Israel free,
Closed to drown out cruelty,
Fluid with fresh-faced vitality:
The Red Sea!!!
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