Kindred Soul

Look deeper into

The eyes of your enemy.

See the kindred soul.

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My Son’s Circles

My son walks in circles

Whenever he is free;

Yet such a silly thing

Is quite powerful to me.

The world is open for us,

Information to be found,

Yet most of us walk circles

With our eyes upon the ground.

But unlike my brave boy,

We keep our circles small.

As long as this is so,

Nothing will improve at all.

There are many folk whose circles

Were broadened very young.

Latin, Black, and Native voices

Had to learn the white man’s tongue.

Yet when the white is asked

To recognize that this is so,

They keep their eyes upon the ground;

Their circle will not grow.

I beg you now, dear Friend,

Fight to make your circle wide.

It won’t always be pretty,

But only then can all abide.

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Awake!

The Path goes on it’s merry way;

No stopping, speeding, or delay.

How much travel have we missed

Caught in Sleep’s seductive fist?

‘Tis not the sleep we need for rest

In order that we do our best,

But that which keeps us from the Light;

That Sleep which robs one’s mind of sight.

We tend to walk distractedly,

Not looking up that we might see

How quickly life is passing by,

Our time a breath, a gasp, a sigh.

It’s time now that we fin’lly wake

And give our drooping head a shake.

Ignore the Circus, loud and bright

Let’s focus now with all our might!

There’s much to see, yes, much to learn

With every dip and every turn;

Twixt this Earth and the Sky above,

So many Ones for us to love.

Keep walking, turning, soak it in!

Now is the time. Awake! Begin!

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