Always a Surprise
When will we learn to recognize
our face in every face we meet?
Why must it be always a surprise,
each time a new person we meet?
Not kin, yet, the question is true.
Merely cloudy reflections, shards,
that may show worst, best of you.
See, hear, learn the truth of bards.
Truthtellers, found in many guises.
Priests, prophets, bums to beggars,
those the world loves and despises,
in lauded artists and reviled taggers.
Fate, not gods, devils, cosmic fire,
found in myriad suns, endless dark.
Ever the essence which we inspire,
followed in serious intent or a lark.
Infinite not separate, as we perceive;
we forget our aspects are faces of all.
ln the end, no longer able to deceive.
realize we’ll know every rise and fall.
Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
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