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When I was about 24, I asked my father, a political prisoner of 11 years from the left, to consider spirituality. He said: 'dont you think, fighting for justice and going to prison for it and not yielding under torture is spiritual enough?' I was puzzled... then he added: 'there comes a time in life when there is no where to go but within. When you realize just how powerful we are deep inside, you become fearless' then he smiled and said: 'that's spirituality'
Fearless...
How can you move me when I am that which moves
How can you burn me when I am fire
How can you murder a thought
How can you hold me down? I’m a frenzy of desire
How can you drown me? I’m a river
How can you overwhelm me? I am the sea
How can you in-drought me, when I am the desert
How can you accuse ego against me
I’m just a grain of sand upon your feet,
overwhelmed by so much greatness, fallen in awe, on my knees
How can you restrict me, draw lines around me, when I’m that endless sky above you?
Hold me, sense my conviction, I'm powerful like a lion,
feel my will just to be free, the yearning is made of Iron...
Hurt me and I will leave my body and fool you with death
How can you kill me? I was never alive nor dead?
Take from me this form of life by which I’m bounded,
limited to the notions that define me only through one shade of being...
so many shades you’re missing
Push me and I’ll become wind
Hold me and I’ll become sand
Crush me and I’ll be water
Run, and I will become land,
Fly and I will follow you
In the form of nothingness
Beside you, like thin air, I’m everything, I’m fearless
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Thank you :) I read it once and had a great response
I am that I am. The treasonable self remains!
As our situation becomes so overwhelming, complex and unbearable it is time to say no, no I will not do this, suffer that, or turn away. From where I sit the consumer society has reached that point and its time to say no.
What this poem says to me in a very personal way is all of the above and I think its a very powerful poem for that reason.
When we consider that the highest court in the United States rules that corporations are people, (utter rubbish in my view) and are thereof deemed to share the same rights as people, then this poem takes on extra significance.
Good on ya.
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