Silently I pass from less to more, from isolation to inclusion, from separateness into oneness. When I see the brown color of the fallen leaves, I know that I am alive. When I see the light of the rising sun, I know I have met the morning.
I am not less because at this moment I am more than I was yesterday.
I am rising to a new day. I want hope and trust to stay with me. I want to be supported by life and those around me.
I am going to try to be myself and not live a lie, not matter what the newspapers and the naysayers say. I am going to try to be my true self and not be a living lie. I am not the broken promises I have made. I am not the bruises on my knees I receive after one of my many human falls. I am the evolving answers to my questions of whether I am the hope I hope to be. So silently, I sit with me.
As long as I stay alone, I will not be a part of anything whole. As long as I don’t reach out to touch another hand, I will not feel the warmth of a human touch. Spending too much time locked in the safety of my room, locked in the safe chambers of my mind, only allows me to stay in my controlled isolation.
So, I feel like a shadow living in daylight, so unheard and unseen.
The tragedy I hear and read in the newspapers, on my Facebook page, on the lips of the talking heads of the internet have trapped me inside my own fears, like a bird living in a gilded cage. And, the first person I spoke to this morning reminded me of the tragedy I already knew, the remainder of the rising societal fear.
I need for someone to love the lonely and the fear out of me and call me in from the cold. I need for me to have the courage to pass from less to more. It is my job as a human to remember to find the beauty of this breath I am breathing, right here and right now. I can’t keep dancing on my own in a corner, waiting for someone to see me. I am the maker of my own music, the reaper of my own sound garden.
The problems of the world are larger than my mediocre issues of life. People in Third World countries have more serious problems than I. But, bottom line, problems are problems like there is sunshine and rain. Except, I am all I think about, the only voice I want to hear because I feel safe in my bell jar of echoing choruses of “I Am.”
I don’t feel that I am entitled, I just need more than you are giving me.
I am more important than you think. I hope I don’t have to remind you. I don’t know you and I don’t think you know me. You can’t be me and you and me can never make a we. Unless you become me our union cannot be.
You know sometimes I just feel alone. Maybe you should get to know me and maybe I could even get to know you, your story. We could listen to each other, exchange our histories, stories, and songs. We could even write collaborative songs together as we weather the storms of our emotions.
I want you to follow me to the next open door for peace, behind the door that has communities building their futures for and with their children and their neighborhoods. I want to house the homeless and give gays, transgenders, women, and people of color and the elderly equal rights. I want healthcare for all people, a peaceful retirement for the elderly. I want people to live fulfilled lives of purpose. I want our unity to thrive.
I know no matter what, we are all in this together.
We are connected by time, space and energy. I am not separate from the world even though it may feel like I am living stranded on an island sometimes. It is a false sense of being when you are not present to life and you believe your actions do not affect those around you. Think again.
We are like granules of sand on a beach, one moves and all others are moving in response to it. We are connected in the living human story unveiling in this modern societal transformation. We are evolving as a people, a community, state, country and world. We are becoming larger than we were yesterday and we are suffering from the growing pains.
As long as we are working in some type of unison of purpose, we are moving forward as a transcending people. The purpose of the transcendence has to be one of a developmental journey of responsible change. We must practice our interconnectedness, work hand in hand with the head, feet, and legs. All are connected to the torso. We are one body and one mind. We must remember who we are, connected by spirit and skin.
Silently we will pass from less to more, from isolation to inclusion, from separateness into oneness.
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