Whispered

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Among the trees

Leaves softly speak

To the breeze

That moves them

 

Whispers in our ears

If we but listen

Maybe too near

Do you hear them?

 

Simple as this

We seek to find

A knowing kiss

Do you feel it?

 

It was always here

Where you began

Every fallen tear

Does your heart know it?

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We Are

What is man
That we should
Fear this life

To the wind
We smile
Throw these cares

For we are
But fading breath
On morning glass

Over The Wall

 

They say I arrived; born

I do not; cannot remember

They say it was in December

 

The first stones were laid

I was taught yes and no

What to say, and it was so

 

School taught me the rules

Do this, not that, they said

So the foundation was laid

 

Safety within the wall

Where we are all the same

Far too young to blame

 

My culture, my people

Be the same, always fit in

If we agree there is no sin

 

Stone set upon stone

You and me, us and them

Keep them out, and us in

 

Now I cannot truly see

Things you wanted for me

And I am not free

 

My heart aches

I stop

I cannot see

Beyond the wall

Blindly I climb

 

Not knowing

Where I am bound

Yet I must search

And lost or found

I will see

 

All of what I was denied

What a world denies

If my life, I must give

To know the truth

Then I offer this alone

 

All that I truly have.

Metanoia

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courtesy: www.philosophicalanthropology.net

I do not know when or how

If it was something I missed

But the will to judge is gone

Cut from me and dismissed

 

I used to watch at a distance

Measure by my own gauge

What others would do and say

Might warrant, or not, my rage

 

Somehow something changed

I can no longer lay blame

I myself have no right to judge

Knowing you and I are the same