Behemoth

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Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor

 

The sheer size of injustice

May derail many a

Courage,

But the sure footed will know

There’s much room to

Encourage,

For heft can usurp power

But does not need mean

Might,

When the small but the many

Can prove stronger in a

Fight.

 

Merriam-Webster’s word for July 25, 2018:

Behemoth

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Benevolent Hope

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Photo Credit: Yael Yehuda

 

In a world

Where tyrants gobble power

By cruel dominance,

There whispers also

The small voice

Of kind-souled cognizance.

With hands that hold the weak

And hearts that see

The sorrow,

They will become the light by which

We’ll write a new tomorrow.

 

 

Merriam-Webster’s word for July 10, 2018:

Benevolent

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Antiquated

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Now in the antiquated, hollowed space,

Prayers no longer have to brace

Against an aged, leaded grace.

Even as wall and ceiling hold

Cold memories of gilded old

And toil of many, still untold,

Awed orison can freely rise

Released from threat of long demise,

Through open air into the skies.

 

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

Due Dominance

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Photo: piccsy.com on Pinterest

 

“Dominant does not mean domineering,” she said. “It does not need to mean oppressive or demeaning.”

“A true leader leads with kindness,” she added. “They govern with understanding and resolve, not ego, hate, or petty revenge.”

A cardboard sign was tied to her walker with green bread twists. It read: “I’m old enough to know how this ends.”

The faded purple blue tattoo on her arm was evidence of having lived through what most would deem un-survivable. She had survived, and came out the other side not only alive but vibrating with a kind of solid empathy that no one would mistake for weakness.

She did not raise her voice but nonetheless it carried. Or maybe it was her energy that created a little centripetal force-field around her. People stopped by. Leaned in to hear more. Some took her photo.

“Authority needs to be bestowed, not taken,” she noted, and I couldn’t help but think that someone ought to hire this little old lady, this walking wisdom slogan-machine.

The sun washed over the sea of people, signs, distant chants, knit hats. A puppy barked and a child’s exuberant peal of laughter carried on the wind.

“Hear that?” The old woman smiled. “That’s power.”

“And that,” she waved a wrinkled hand to encircle the swelling crowds. “That’s due dominance.”

 

 

 

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Brassy Doesn’t Mean Strong

 

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Strength doesn’t lie in the pushy. Cocky does not powerful say. The shameless and showy lead no one ashore, just astray.

True power is held in alliance. In humility, empathy, care. Strength is achieved through the weaving of strands, not their fraying. Accordance is what grows a real, lasting greatness. Obstinacy makes success decay.

When the few rue the day, may the sensible many hold light, lead the way.

 

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Meaning Less

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Photo from: Gentleman Bobwhite

 

Some things in life mean more.

Or should.

To any.

Safety. Food. Clean water. Air. Shelter.

Connection to another.

 

Some things mean less.

Or can.

At least to many.

Money. Fame. Opinion. Power.

They swing in winds-of-value, superfluous.

For they can matter only if necessity already filled

One’s pantry.

 

 

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A Hope To Quicken

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There’s a quickening of energies around the world.

Like all currencies, energy itself is neutral–it is what’s attached to it and how it is used that qualifies it into positive or not so, into what builds or what destroys, what mends or inflicts more wounding.

The Earth itself still rotates in the same general blinding speed it had for millennia too numerous to grasp. It hurtles through dark space with indescribable abandon, tethered by invisible forces to the star that keeps us all alive.

The overall mechanics of life and gravity hasn’t changed. Our awareness of it may have. Should.

With energies accelerated, we feel the rushed pulse of days, sometimes of mere moments. We sense the rotation of possibility, the immense power that can be harnessed, the twirl of time.

All is moving, quickened by both ignorance and understanding.

What we do with it–with the potential–is up to us.

Do we let slip down the slippery slopes of power-hunger, fear, and divisiveness … or do we harness good to raise our mutual consciousness, our moral compass, our social empathy to the reality that we are and always have been, One?

Do we take the historically familiar roads of vilifying those we do not care to get to know, of quantifying suffering of others as less painful and less necessary to end … Or do we truly recognize that hunger is still hunger, pain is pain, sorrow is more sorrow, that hate and violence beget only more of same? Do we resolve to do differently, not ‘again’ but in new ways?

Life has quickened. Bits of information spin around the globe in speeds now faster than the Earth itself. We are no longer separated by illusion.

Open eyes see clearly now.

We can, should, understand:

All. Is. One.

 

 

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