This week, I simply felt compelled to share a poem from Wendell Berry called Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front.
Please enjoy:
Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front
By Wendell Berry
Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
  vacation with pay. Want more
  of everything ready-made. Be afraid
  to know your neighbors and to die.
  And you will have a window in your head.
  Not even your future will be a mystery
  any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
  and shut away in a little drawer.
  When they want you to buy something
  they will call you. When they want you
  to die for profit they will let you know.
  So, friends, every day do something
  that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
  Love the world. Work for nothing.
  Take all that you have and be poor.
  Love someone who does not deserve it.
  Denounce the government and embrace
  the flag. Hope to live in that free
  republic for which it stands.
  Give your approval to all you cannot
  understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
  has not encountered he has not destroyed.
  Ask the questions that have no answers.
  Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
  Say that your main crop is the forest
  that you did not plant,
  that you will not live to harvest.
  Say that the leaves are harvested
  when they have rotted into the mold.
  Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
  Put your faith in the two inches of humus
  that will build under the trees
  every thousand years.
  Listen to carrion – put your ear
  close, and hear the faint chattering
  of the songs that are to come.
  Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
  Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
  though you have considered all the facts.
  So long as women do not go cheap
  for power, please women more than men.
  Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
  a woman satisfied to bear a child?
  Will this disturb the sleep
  of a woman near to giving birth?
  Go with your love to the fields.
  Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
  in her lap. Swear allegiance
  to what is nighest your thoughts.
  As soon as the generals and the politicos
  can predict the motions of your mind,
  lose it. Leave it as a sign
  to mark the false trail, the way
  you didn’t go. Be like the fox
  who makes more tracks than necessary,
  some in the wrong direction.
  Practice resurrection.
Wow Tim, so grateful you have shared this. Not only because of the sublime soul food delivered in these words, but for the example of deeply intelligent writing that is willing to speak through the mist of poetic nuances to reach the heart with such clarity. Very moved by this share. You've been curating some exceptionally useful perspectives lately. Thank you