I had to listen –
To know.
I had to need- to not- possess-
To exist.
I had to be raw, and honest-
To evolve.
In a world with so many clashes,
I have had to become admirable of the strength of the other,
to go against.
No longer desiring attainment.
No longer just one-sided view.
May I now set- aside- difference-
and be of use.
To unfold this world and its oppression.
And walk in strides,
through trials and tribulations we endured.
To walk- a- way- in solidarity.
May we tread these treacherous waters,
And always reach to the other side.
And when we find ourselves a’ swayin’,
with conversations that aren’t always true-
may the sound of the voice be a harbinger,
of a power which stays true through and through.
As in- the body of the earth.
As in -the old flame that searches out meanings.
In our ambitious will that devotes us,
that causes serendipitous unfolding’s to occur.
In our graceless endeavours for healing that fail us,
In the loss of unity we all know too well.
In the coming consequences of our era,
and the loss of life, of nature,
and our host.
And inside this-
this inclusive stillness,
without having much to do at most.
May we peer a little closer,
and allow things to just be.
If only for a minute-
may we set- ourselves- free.
As we never planned,
to become caged ones.
We were always spirituality vast.
Beyond the control of a flailing capitalist.
Who now faces unknown to unmask.
We get that history’s a’ rising,
At the bottom of the psalm of our hand.
So we pause, and leave time to grow near to us.
For the voice of survival to band.
There is more to be found,
At the root of things.
Than an imposition we know and incur.
There is a different kind of substance here,
A natural one born to infer.
The selling of the spirit will leave us,
With its absence and meaningless too.
The erasure of memories will cease here.
And the stories of life and death will retell.
No longer will our lived experienced be moved to disorder.
Or our disorder to a sense of difference and affront.
No long will there be embedded rules in feelings,
of centuries of dissidence and distrust.
May we be definitive in our aim clear to us,
may we celebrate the spirit we all have.
As a radical resource and response to dust,
As a remembering, a learning, an old hand.
With a beautiful dreamlike symphony,
with all the feelings and emotions that concur.
With a sustenance that sustains us and our unanimous rights:
To be liminal-
yet still connected.
To have lack –
that gives us meaning,
To be excited-
by the power of the heart.
Our human rights,
more-than-human rights,
-to being alive.