People Over Politics, World Over Wealth

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Sailing the Edge ~ Philip Brent Harris

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A mother bids the starlight
to sing their child to sleep.
Dreamless or happy romps
in a land of make believe.
That they could grow up in
a world of peace and plenty.

 History a horrid and horrific
memory. If reaching out to
seed stars and planets. Why
travel to far lands in space,
to bring destructive, death to
far folk’s lands? To decimate
any life previously unknown.

Oh, to sit quietly, to meditate,
contemplate in our minds eye.
We bear witness to all that is
good within our conjoined soul.
Not merely art, literature, dance,
music, but all forms of creation.

Every smile, kind word, and soft
shoulder. All the tears cried in joy
of life. A newborn babe, nascent
love and hope living to express
our purpose hidden deep within.

Now the rivers ooze and bubble,
flow turgidly amidst the garbage
and glowers. Every day hotter
than the last, so that seas rise as
we watch glacier ice melt away.

Intrigue hurries through our lives.
But we have no breath to chase.
Our pursuit hampered by damaged
lungs, misplaced longing for the
past. A history, that leads only to
where we stand. Mistakes repeated
in the forlorn hope of the security
which was never ours. For what
safety; it always slips through not
only our fingers, but also our lives.

Sit quietly now and lose the past.
Not the knowledge, the memory.
But i misplaced nostalgia for an
unknown, unnamed existence that
never existed. Fools and braggarts,
bigots and haters create the space.

You want to fill the space between
your ears and behind your eyes.
Widen your heart and mind. Do not
flee, for they will chase you down,
kill you in their violent ignorance,

Sit softly, believing in a new land.
Believe so strongly, so completely,
you know. When hope demands
dreams, dreams create ideas, ideas
transform beliefs, beliefs become
knowledge of what is yet to be the
next moment, of life, so sublime.

A new reality grows around you.
Can grow around all of us, if only
enough people who believe choose
change, know it and then knowing
it, tip us past our angle of repose.

Who knows the truth, knows which
small gesture can’t wait, may trip the
balance scales. To fill with our hope;
the surety that yes, this too shall pass.
Still. Still now? Presented with a
choice of pleasure or pain, who would
pick pain? Surely some as some now
carry compassion. Empathy fills them
till they would alleviate our suffering.

Our existence is such a rich tapestry,
where all the dark threads currently
woven into the story of all humankind
are as mete and right as bright threads.
Now, or for now, the balance has been
lost to darkness alone, with no distant
shore sparkling with light, in brief truth.
Nor should we hope for only brightness.

Let our dreams be our reality. Not to
eliminate the darkness, but to provide
the contrast we need to see ourselves.
In all moments of momentous existence.

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Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment

Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,

Unite the World

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Sailing the Edge ~ Philip Brent Harris