The Wisdom of the Essentials

From the comfort of an armchair

In my favourite cafe

While the wind, howls

Nature speaks, whispers….

While in my mind, I think

With my eyes, I see

I sense the simple aspects

Of being

Everything as being….is

The invisible force

A tug of war, perpetual


The individual and the Masses

The institution of thought

The language of words

The sound of tone

The gesture of hands

The journey of a smile

And the ambiguity of destiny

From time immemorial

Nothing has changed….

Except today

Privacy and publicity are freely


The individual is suffocated

By the Masses

But who are the Masses?

The institutions, the media

The propaganda of ideas….

And where is truth?

It has been Institutionalized

Except in those quiet moments

When, you feel whispers

In your ears

Then, you hear the madness

In your head…. Truth


Paolo Michell

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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