Rembrandt in the Raw ~ Philip Brent Harris
Could it be that I have found and lost my way?
Will it all change tomorrow, or stay like today?
Mostly, I have questions, while answers I offer.
Neither will make you powerful nor fill a coffer.
Does anyone know which questions or answers?
The Titanic’s sinking, don’t disturb the dancers.
Take me to your liter and pour me a stiff drink;
Whatever you imagine, it is not what you think.
Not poverty, monopoly, any word ending in Y.
Won’t help you to till the Earth or pierce the sky.
Neither within nor without; it’s not labor or life.
With the blessings of the sun, your troubles rife.
Hold tightly, no tear, cold, warm, awake, asleep,
Closely secure hope, love all you can truly keep.
Sweetly singing the mystic music of the spheres,
No promissory notes, IOUs, nothing in arrears.
No fireworks, anthems, no pomp or ceremony
Will let you sing, crow; you will not get a pony.
Stakes so far higher than any gifts or any praise.
Will not be vanquished by arguments you raise.
Realize the path is always there, if noticed or not.
Feeling, strength, thought are the tools we’ve got.
All roads ultimately reach the same destination;
Each walks on them all, despite any expectation.
Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
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