Imagine if you had every opportunity,
Every support for whatever you ever
wanted to Become.
Or to know, learn, or do.
Let yourself dream of it.
Close your eyes, relax into it and feel
how that would feel.
How healing.
Imagine if we all
had a chance
to be our best,
Not our most, but
what if it were all about quality
and not quantity,
About connection
rather than competition?
Pulling up not stepping on?
What if we were all
Pulling in relatively
The same direction?
What if we could live
In that exalted space
Freely, easily, and happily.
Not tripping over limits.
What if we felt our anger,
In the moments’ righteousness,
So that we could move beyond it,
Accomplish something beyond it.
What if we could hear
Other’s anger understood,
Without rising to conquer
With our own defense and fury.
What if we ebb and flow and
Meet where we can,
To solve solid
Not in flame or blood.
Being angry
may be justice served,
But it’s one wrongdoing twice done:
Once surviving the injury as sensed,
And again to fuel anger.
How do we rudder the ship
To that better shore?
Where all can be as intended,
And as expansive as contentment
Frames its boundaries?
Not trying to own where we land
But wonder what more is there
to learn? To share?
For sake of simple appreciation,
respect and curiosity.
Aren’t you supposed to welcome
strangers at your door?
Be humble upon knocking?
What happened to the concept
that a house is blessed,
By taking care of those in need?
What happened to the concept of honor,
As some thing we’d wear no matter
What was stripped from us?
Be they be the better pharoah,
If slaves were kings?
I would hope and wish, for whyever no?
(all cultures seemingly have
some form of work
for constructed social debt…
some order or hierarchy,
even if lateral)
Otherwise, we’re only changing flags,
And standing in the same places,
Imagining a new border
Where fences already lay, or
Borders formed from water or dust.
When will we see
That we all
share the same horizon?
PJ's life review 