How do we hold
The power
We’ve been given?
How tightly
Or softly
Do we grasp
Our ability to stand above
Or separate ourSelves from
anOther?
How easily
Do we give
Our own power
Away?
How on Earth
Do we call
ourSelves
Back?
How do we see
The world?
And how
Do we allow
ourSelves
To be seen?
How do we claim
ResponseAbility
For our wounding
And for the wounds
We have caused?
How do we open
Clean
Tend
And heal these wounds
Completely
And release the power
That the identity of Victim
Has afforded us?
Why do we pick
At the scabs
But seldom address
The roots?
Why do we numb
The pain
But seldom turn towards
Our suffering?
Why do we feel
So misunderstood by others
When we have spent
So little
Energy
Understanding
ourSelves?
Why are women
Trained
To wait
For the rescue
That never
Comes?
Why are men
Taught
To hold themSelves
Back
To contain
The unseen
Beast
Within?
Why are we
So resistant
To being present
With our children
And so willing
To allow them to experience
The full weight
Of our disconnect?
What can we do
To shift the tides
Towards conscious
Responsibility
Truth
Fearlessness
And wonderment?
What can we do
Everyday
To keep our hearts
Open
And ready to engage
In Connection?
What can we do
To fill our bellies
With our own
Power?
What can we do
To be seen by the world
We have come to inhabit?
What acts of kindness
Fill our hearts with Love
Light
Hope and
Resiliency?
What does the world
Need
Us most to be?
…………
Ourselves
Fearless
And Free
So bravely acquainted
With Death
That we are
Absolutely
Willing to truly
Live
Each day
Each moment
With the absolutely
Undiluted
Power
Of our own
Unique spark
Of divine knowing
All Truth is remembered
Not learned
And no one can remember
For you
What you already
Know to be true!
These are the times
The moments
The heart beats
That every way-shower
For all of history on Earth
Has been waiting for
Preparing for
Delighting in
And sacrificing
everything they can,
Loving all of Life
In the best way they know how,
Just for you
Just for this very specific challenge
Set before you
We have no way of perceiving
The unbelievable
Levels of encouragement
That exist for each one of us
Just beyond
The brink
Of our own
Perceptions
And yet, it is still there.
