The Time is Tao

Everything has come full circle,
no room for squares.
Nor hate groups of triangular hoods
or colored bandanas,
and spare us overpaid opinions
spit without regard
by critics, journalists
and half-wit artists.

In fact, this time around
an emphasis should be placed
on thinking for yourself
as to eliminate cognitive fixation
and our false sense of failure
having not lived up 
to the televised standard.

Or perhaps, maybe 
set store by something
beyond the temporal,
that which we cannot behold,
nameless yet everywhere.
From the soft sacred song
of a bird beneath the window,
to the far-flung beacons
in the limitless cosmic sea.