People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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Leaves drift slowly through the trees.
Solid sentinels in orange, red and yellow,
ground beneath them carpeted in color,
turning brown around the fall of seasons.
The reasons held in those discarded, like
bare branches of the winter’s trees. Bare
or clad in white, more funereal than festive,
not a spring color, rife in green and golden
beams of sunlight. Across the meadows, like
a landscape painting highlights where light
has struck, stuck, lingered. Like the fingers
of my hand running through your long
hair. Am I even here? Are you there? We
have communed many times. Across space,
across centuries, not all upon this current
plane, Earth. Yet, we only remember the
times we spend between, together, unseen.
How can we begin to learn and to teach
when our myriad memories all leach away
between our lives and living? Time giving
us brief moments to begin again. A new
starting place of our choosing, sometimes
winning, sometimes losing, giving us a
space in order to speak grace, race across
the fields, speed down the highway, sail
the skyway, no matter the color of the sky
or sun. As long as we are there. It matters
not the roles we play. Chosen with a brief
wisdom. Granted by the Stoic stay between
worlds. How often do we reach our hoped-
for goals? How often do we fall short, our
courage abort before we follow a path which
we set forth? No one may know within the
living, the taking and giving. Retrieving our
chosen course, what we brought from our
source. While we contain the best and worst.
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Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,
Unite the World
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