Finding Our Way ~ Philip Brent Harris
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What do we mean when we say life as we know it?
I wonder if there is anybody who really has a clue?
Is it an answer we knew but have learned to forget?
If we recall it, do you think it might alter our view?
A long time ago, just now, void felt bored, empty,
decided to play by itself, the game of hide and seek.
Clever, it hid as galaxies, stars, worlds, you and me,
it hid so well it forgot all living beings could speak.
We, too, forgot the search, to create games, our own.
King of the hill, grab the toys, hate anyone unlike us.
Belief in our imagined deity, my, how we’ve grown,
act heinously with pretend piety, say what’s the fuss
All because we forgot, claimed the top of the stairs,
and it’s much worse than we’ve been led to believe.
Our fraud has us dangling by our short, curly hairs;
terrorists, rulers, armies, rebels confuse to deceive.
So difficult to follow the news, day after horrid day.
Disaster, explosions, school shootings, decapitation,
or celebrity gossip, nude photos, cat videos to play.
Attention short, jaded, inured, feeling no palpitation.
We, mere speck on a mite, on a hair on the void’s toe,
my gut says we’ll never find us; we blew our chance.
Empty, the void’s full, everything, all that’s to know,
masters, we say, of the cosmic reel, but cannot dance.
Can life as we know it be our amnesia, all we’ve got?
Some with a clue speak, but never seem to be heard.
Let’s spend our time together, recall what we forgot,
we will change our view, us, if our conceit’s deferred.
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Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
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