I grew up in southern California in the 60's and 70's and, on occasion it was determined by the experts to be too dangerous to go outside because of elevated pollution levels, so that even school sometimes got canceled. (These “smog days” were our version of snow days.) Amazingly, things have actually gotten better over time and I have not heard of any such days being announced for many years. Occasionally, I’ll return to my hometown and am always astonished to look out and see the wise and ancient San Bernardino Mountains staring back at me.
I wonder if an increase in ones mountain-sized vision should actually be the typical reality associated with the passing of time rather than the exceptional experience? The idea that the smog of life could actually clear away and lessen with age... an illumination of time, rather than diminishment!
I was Lost in the Smog
and didn't even know it
blinded by the burn
sleepwalking through my days
Until Love came in brilliant Light...
But long-living soon emptied me
Little losings and Big Grievings
of childish unrealities
leaving me death-drawn
In my weariness, a hidden Mystery
chose to birth in me
a deeper seeing
a greater knowing
a harsher but necessary way
Giving me weight-words
honoring me with irony
whispering of things that endure
"the memory of the universe is Love"
It is Subject
I am Object.
I can let Love love now, knowing
However thick the fog
Love is in the Finding