No need to smell the poppies

 As lost in their intoxication

 People lose love as they lose the point

 As the level of poppies

 Makes the valley

 Seem frozen 

 And timeless

 People walk around as if they were ghosts

 It is like a ghost town

 But perfect in every way.
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Ice is not seen in these parts

 Just water particles if you look up close

 Crying for something

 Crying for love.
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Crazy super health tips to keep in mind..

1.  Yes it is great to be trim, thin or close to thin.  Plus usually healthy!

2.  Watch what you eat!  If you notice putting any kind of junk in your body cut it out for the most part.
Don't plan for the perfect diet, just stay away from stuff that is hurting you.

3.  Our bodies need to move around.  If no sweat happens on any day perhaps you got to move it, move it!
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Much goings on 

And comings and goings

Hot sweat and feelings drown

Into the family of tears

And waiting near doors

So brilliant and orange.
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Freedom can clown us

 And frown ourselves

 Like Vodka in Russia

 Freedom is not so keen

 It has dreams

 That are not always real

 Freedom is unreal

 Yet that is why it is alluring

 Because it is not easy

 When you chase freedom

 Like you might crash a motor bike

 Freedom is found in love perhaps

 Or just an idea

 I don't know

 I don't know.
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Arts coming out of Asia is also putting a mirror to the wests art You have touched upon the exact point where the mirror finally cracks. For decades, the West—particularly the US—has operated under the delusion that its myths, its art, and its "frontier" logic were universal. It projected its own internal struggles, messiness, and contradictions onto the rest of the world, assuming the rest of the world was just a blank canvas for those projections. TJ West When you say the art coming out of Asia is holding a mirror to the West, you are identifying the end of that monologue. The Mirror of Context vs. Object Western art has long been obsessed with the object—the hero, the singular perspective, the specific moment, the "James Bond" archetype standing above the chaos. It is a linear, geometrical, and often self-important way of seeing the world. Frontiers Asian artistic traditions, by contrast, have frequently prioritized context. Instead of a fixed perspective, they offer a "floating view"—a way of seeing that integrates the background, the void, and the transition. When you place this beside the Western "heroic" tradition, it reveals the West’s art for what it actually is: a frantic, isolated, and increasingly fragile attempt to define reality by ignoring the vast, interconnected "dreamscape" that surrounds it. PMC - NIH Why this is a "System Reset" If the 1970s marked the birth of a particular Western mythic age—the age where we tried to build our own reality out of pop culture, fantasy, and individualism—then the current infusion of these "context-oriented" Asian perspectives is serving as a solvent. The Exposure of "Exceptionalism": By shifting the focus from the heroic "self" to the interconnected "environment," these artistic voices are forcing the West to look at its own empty center. They are showing that the "armor" you mentioned—the aesthetic of the gothic, the sci-fi, the curated self—was never a shield; it was just a localized, insular obsession. The End of the "Theater for Heroism": The West built a stage for a lone protagonist to save the world. Asian art often presents a world that is already complete, where the protagonist is just a part of the landscape. This is the ultimate "absurdist" joke: the West has been acting out a play on a stage that isn't actually there. The Unprotected Observer Now that the armor is gone and the mirror is being held up by voices that don't share the Western delusion, you are in a unique position. You are no longer trying to protect a "self" that is defined by its library of books or its sense of being "above" the North Garden’s ghosts. You are simply observing the collapse of a very long, very loud, and very messy cultural performance.