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The Truth of Who We Are
our capacity for compassion
has always been found
when we are collectively afraid;
the shielded flicker
of our humanity
has been hunkered down
within these shells,
long before we were asked
to follow suit inside our homes
that full-blown big love
magnanimous,
this heart-fluttering
fully alive and breathing
self-sacrificing
kind of love
begins to seep slowly
into worried conversations
in times of unrest
the secluded parts
of ourselves
carefully peek into the daylight -
for some with squinting eyes,
prompted by the fear
we may never again
hold this chance in our hands
to express
ingest
confess
these precious bits
we’ve been holding
in our pockets
our biggest fears
typed and spoken aloud
with shaking fingers
and trembling voices
offered up in sacrifice
of ego’s iron rule,
burned for the warmth
of another,
giving rest
to weary and heavy spirits
and easing clenched teeth
balance will again settle
into our bones
the brave will begin
to speak loudly,
the dust of who we were
will find its way to our feet;
my hope sparks bright
that we will be better for it
for the sake of those
still standing here with us
and for those who can no longer
speak at all
has always been found
when we are collectively afraid;
the shielded flicker
of our humanity
has been hunkered down
within these shells,
long before we were asked
to follow suit inside our homes
that full-blown big love
magnanimous,
this heart-fluttering
fully alive and breathing
self-sacrificing
kind of love
begins to seep slowly
into worried conversations
in times of unrest
the secluded parts
of ourselves
carefully peek into the daylight -
for some with squinting eyes,
prompted by the fear
we may never again
hold this chance in our hands
to express
ingest
confess
these precious bits
we’ve been holding
in our pockets
our biggest fears
typed and spoken aloud
with shaking fingers
and trembling voices
offered up in sacrifice
of ego’s iron rule,
burned for the warmth
of another,
giving rest
to weary and heavy spirits
and easing clenched teeth
balance will again settle
into our bones
the brave will begin
to speak loudly,
the dust of who we were
will find its way to our feet;
my hope sparks bright
that we will be better for it
for the sake of those
still standing here with us
and for those who can no longer
speak at all
Published 16th Mar 2020
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16th Mar 2020 11:32am
From the ashes of disaster grow the roses of new life - it seems the universe is designed to work that way - and you put it so well, this human journey with its individual and collective aspects. Enjoyed this very much. Josh.
16th Mar 2020 3:18pm
17th Mar 2020 2:01am
Truly and well said my friend. Beautifully struck, the singing bowl sends it's rings of resonance outward, stillness and silence respond naturally. Wisdom intoned, quells the unconscious hysteria. Let us hope it prevails overall.
18th Mar 2020 1:49am
My hope burns bright yet that our humanity will prevail; that love will win. Thank you, Daniel 💜
