Muddy waters are pure
beneath the mud.

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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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.
❤️