It could be us,
But we’re trippin’
On bad advice
And bad reflections
Bad points of view
Make bad perspectives
Chicken or Egg soup for the senses.
Too busy tellin’ ourselves
“This is fine – I should be grateful.”
To make things alright or
To demonstrate our gratitude.
Too broken & domesticated to know
That we could find ourselves free & whole
& in harmony ever again
-or that we ever lost it
Too exhausted
By the axes we have sworn allegiance to grind,
To look beyond the churning cogs
To see the lies and limits
Of the bind.
With no cold water,
Sobering slap,
“Wake up, man!”,
Or potato sack
Can one break, shift or shake the shock-shackled curse.
There has to be some other way
Before things are allowed to get much worst.
The shock & terror will not work
The handlers got there first,
the bars are packed,
The chips are stacked
We find we must appeal to their subtle thirsts.
Humanity, Forgiveness, Healing, Connection,
Constructive Conflict, Joy, Laughter, Authentic Expression,
Freedom, Welcome, Safety, Hope,
Collaboration, Progress, Scale & Scope.
Sure, you could look at it just about every way you might imagine,
Whatever we tell ourselves is how it’ll be for us
And in this way, by mere mention of our maladies,
(What is required to hope to understand and respond to them in true context,)
We, the crying seekers, find ourselves holding
Responsibility for conceiving, and further, speaking,
And selectively seeing
These burdens into being.
As though they would simply cease to be
Without the attention
Of those crushed beneath the weight of them.
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