What’s the longest trip you’ve ever taken?
From the Big Bang to right here, right now, it’s been a long, long ride…
#beinghuman
Third Planet from the Sun
Flags are fun and great for games
But the earth beneath our feet is all we have.
If the all this tumultuous connection has shown us something
Then that humans are very much alike:
We need food and family, community and water to thrive.
We need joy and laughter and those who hold us in our sorrow to survive.
We are inquisitive
We are curious
We are tenacious
And sometimes wild
Dangerous when stupid
Sublime when inspired
And our kindness is near-divine
We are so ridiculously alike
It’s upsetting
Each you a me
Each me a you
Yes, and the idiots, too
Unfortunately
From the least of these
To our greatmothers and forefathers
All so unhappily one
We are far too much the same
No matter how hard we try
To believe otherwise
And so yes
Flags are great and fun for games
But the ground beneath our feet is all we have.
#sunday
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us, all
and the candle flickers
a quick wobble of light
letting shadows pass unseen
slip silently into the night.
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roman letters written
like footprints on white
a sandy trail of thought
dripping grain for grain
into that part
so conscious
before a salty wave of recognition
floods it all.
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and in all this
the silence lifting
a tripping beat
tum-ti-tum
life’s relentless drum
beating beautifully
in the sheltered home
of a ‘me’, a ‘you’
together
here and there
us, all.
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on which we all
images of a likeness
that is proclaimed to be divine
commit and commit
and never quit to terrify
that which is sublime
in each of us all
that spark, that fire
that gives us love, hope, compassion,
that goodwill so desired,
and everything that makes us kind
stamped out with jacked boots of blindness
and hands writing, mouths speaking madness
watering the weeds of what lets
Darkness grow to Night.
And now, once more,
young dreams of joy and happiness
are turned to dust and ashes
lowered low into empty earth
on which we all stand on.
And the cry is loud
amongst us all and deep inside
everything that makes us love, hope
compassionate and kind,
for we know, we know
that this madness is not us
nor any other
this is not that image nor that likeness
of that which is divine.
This madness is not mankind.
© 2014 threegoodwords