Friday, April 12, 2013

on the rim of the spinning top



at the outskirts of the milky way
surfing the fine edges
larger than life
as if we were able

on the rim of the spinning top
no traction, no purchase
holding on by mere balance
making it so

buffeted, spinning
riding the tempest
caught in the maelstrom
holding on for dear life

yanked, twisted,
wanting only to listen
to advocate for wisdom
for peace in this moment

warring factions swinging
battle lives hardened,
in the midst of the conflagration
standing in center of the storm

the fire of passion, objectives,
in the switchbacks of conversations
some picking rocky outcrops
no common ground

is this the model
our way of empathy
hearing divergent voices
but not valuing their feelings


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Edited April 12, 2013
“on the rim of the spinning top”
Edited April 12, 2013
“riding the tempest”
Edited April 12, 2013
“standing in the crucible – v2”
edited April 12, 2013
“standing in the crucible”
edited April 12, 2013
“In the middle of conflict – v2”
April 12, 2013
“In the middle of conflict”

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