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Poetry

Muddy Waters

Muddy waters are pure

beneath the mud.

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Poetry

Raging Humanity

Where do I put the pieces of me

that I do not wish to see?

Where do I put the pieces of others

that cut my gentle flesh

and baste me in the black oil

of smiles and lies?

Are we not all perfect, here?

Are we not all, nice?

Tied in the sweetest bows

of comfort and light

are the stories we tell.

Tied by the jagged boundaries

of our own

raging

humanity.

Open your eyes.

It is time

to wake

up.

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Life

Unconditional Love

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The answer to the question of peace lies within each of us.

We are all human.

We all have mothers, and sisters, and best friends, and bad hair days.

Human.

No matter who we are, no matter what we do.

Peace starts with unconditionally loving ourselves. It starts with seeing the ways in which we are a little bit shit or unique and realising…we love ourselves anyway.

This will allow us to see each other clearly.

This will allow us to see that we are just as flawed or unique as the neighbour we judge, and that is okay because we are human. This will empower us to choose growth, change, peace: we cannot choose these things unless we acknowledge the need for them in the first place.

It starts with seeing the oppressed, and seeing the oppressor and vowing to walk with them both until we have all walked into our sameness.

We can no longer hide from our shadows.

We have seen this day a thousand times before, and each time we’ve been too frightened to truly see, and move somewhere else.

We have fought wars, we have swept knowledge under the carpet… but we’ve collectively grown enough now and we know: this time is different.

We know this is the beginning of peace because it has to be.

And so we make the choice: seek acceptance of the self, and of the all.

Or keep hiding from what we know to be true.

The choice is ours.

I choose unconditional love.

❤️