How did undocumented –a civil infraction –reduce people to ‘bodies’? And how did empathy –observation and support –merit death by gunshot? When we stretch for explanations –to fit the violent rhetoric –are we too not complicit in crime? Red, blue, it’s all intolerable –the global stage is watching –a nation in rapid decline. “He’ll burn […]
IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Gibran’s The Prophet was a favorite of mine when I was young, and still is. So much wisdom there.
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Indeed.
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Profound layers of wisdom.
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So true, Eugi
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It takes a lot of living to reach that level of understanding and acceptance.
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It sure does!
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The words sing and dance as well. (K)
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They do!
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Wow – incredible. Isn’t it funny the tidbits we store until we’ve lived enough life to understand?
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Absolutely. Well said, Wynne.
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Such depth in this verse. Lovely share
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❤️
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What a profound verse.
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