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
yanked, twisted,
holding on for dear life
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
what we desire
our way of empathy
hearing divergent voices
but not valuing their
feelings
caught in that middle
the push and the pull
wanting to calm the waters
but the oil is on fire
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Edited
April 12, 2013
“on
the rim of the spinning top – v2”
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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