A decade of ideas. Shedding convention and inhibition. Expanding the mind. Flowers and peace and forget the problems and responsibilities, they’ve all been planned for and taken as they come. Some things are simply out of our control, focus then on what we can enjoy and help along its path.
"Let the sun shine, let the sun shine, let the sun shine in…"
Green earth, green fields, trade with beads and seashells and your word. You just can’t own the earth or pretty portions of it, and if you did, for what? To turn it in, so turn it now, and letting go is better than to lock it in a drawer.
Time is taken in and used and left behind. Mark the minutes with a song to be remembered. Take the pleasure in and develop it to multiply and leave it too behind for sharing. A story or a bit of poetry or just a thought that’s worth its thinking. Mark the pleasure with a smile that lives forever.
My plan for living in the decade of my sixties.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
A great plan. I envy that in America, there was a culture of “we” then. Things could change now, if only we could become “we” again.
I like this plan beautiful and simple.