LES HENSONJun 27, 20201 min readThe Mysterious Spirit (Poem)Les HensonWe inhabit a disenchanted world all faded and colourless.The magic dissolved amid cries of cynical rationalism.The hope of a utopian paradise has long since bitten the dust.Life’s mystery has collapsed under the weight of social media.The potential of technological advance reduced to mere gimmicks and gadgetry.The quest for existential meaning exchanged for fifteen minutes of fame.Humanities longings and destiny appears to be sadly in the hands of the clowns.The world is in desperate need of re-enchantment and the fulness of the magical kingdom.May the mysterious Spirit come upon the breeze re-enchanting and weaving a magical spell upon those with hearts open to receive the Spirits enduring presence.
Les HensonWe inhabit a disenchanted world all faded and colourless.The magic dissolved amid cries of cynical rationalism.The hope of a utopian paradise has long since bitten the dust.Life’s mystery has collapsed under the weight of social media.The potential of technological advance reduced to mere gimmicks and gadgetry.The quest for existential meaning exchanged for fifteen minutes of fame.Humanities longings and destiny appears to be sadly in the hands of the clowns.The world is in desperate need of re-enchantment and the fulness of the magical kingdom.May the mysterious Spirit come upon the breeze re-enchanting and weaving a magical spell upon those with hearts open to receive the Spirits enduring presence.
