POVERTY: The Deadliest Form of Violence

We are all in this together.
What happens to the least of us will be the fate we follow.
But we can open our eyes, employ compassion and empathy, realign with our highest potentials and break the binds of the capitalist mentality that is dictating our harshest and most harmful realities.
It’s time to let our hearts create priorities and follow the paths our dreams weave.
Don’t let anyone tell you that this insanity is the only way it could be.
I believe we are falling far short of the potential of our ingenuity!

Outer Limits Radio Show

homelessness

Ignoring Problems Does Not Make Them Disappear

Recently one of Missoula’s local newspapers used images of summer-squatters to give a face to the new boogie man we must all demonize, as part of a new jihad on panhandling. That’s right. There are homeless people downtown begging for your money, and now it is our duty to declare war on them – right?

Wrong.

As more individuals than ever struggle to get by, the war on the impoverished rages to new heights.
But before we get too deep into this topic, let’s not take my word for it. Perhaps we should take a look at this article directly…
The headline reads:

Police and Businesses: Downtown Missoula Panhandling Growing Worse

Martin Kidston for the Missoulian writes:

Panhandlers still press for money, transients still congregate in front of businesses, and the homeless with addiction issues still sleep on city sidewalks.

Some downtown business…

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May 16, 2014

Thoughts flow viscose like the spring thaw forgot them

Are the plum blossoms nearly past while ideation dwells in hibernation?

Muscles move awkward without true presence of mind

The work of these limbs, grasping for anything to find

 

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Something to wedge

Something to lever

Something to weight

 

Moving muscles from memory

To hoist the cover stone from winter’s entry

With a chilly breeze from dank depths,

Footsteps follow a descent into darkness

 

Light creeps carefully behind

Peeking through strands of hair

Where it’s safely entwined

Observing this mysterious lair

 

Vocal sounds echo sonar cantatas

Trying to captivate imagination’s desiderata

Soil crustaceans flee as the sounds

Vibrate their being so close with the ground

 

Toes touching twigs

Fingers finding feathers, fur

Sour smells smothered

 

Lifting layers from the nested

With patience not to startle awake

Coordination greatly tested

As excitement builds to see unity create

 

Oh mind your slumber must be over

It’s time to join me in the outer world

Look the spring flowers are calling

The rains have come to quench

Intellect, famished and thirsty

The waters run to regenerate

It’s integral electricity

Come back to be with body

The heart that drums your song.

February 28, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Conscious’stream

February 28, 2014

Reality Bytes and The Common Thread Collective

Poetic Conscious’stream

Alexandria “Rain” Smith

 

The greatest power in existence

Transformation

Impatient for a witness

Found me sleeping

In the nest I made of spit and ashes

 

She poured the waters of her heart upon me

He planted the rhythm within me

 

I arose from the mud

Every sense cleansed open

To interpret the song

As it sang muscles into motion

 

I dance with the Transvestite God

As She spins with a wind

Under which all harshness softens

 

I gallop with the Transgender Goddess

Gallantly guiding His warriors

To the strength of creation

 

She threads His needle

And makes a spiral of the chain-stitch

He laid straight

 

He brings wood to Her fire

And stretches a skin over her loins

Making a drum of Her

 

Their single Hand

Clothes me in embroidery

Places the drum in my two

One to hold steady

One to move steady

 

I play a beacon through the Darkness

 

The blind can see the rhythm

The deaf can hear the light

Hand in Hand they rise

 

Men made over by the strength of women

Women recreated by the sensitivity of men

Each beside the other

Transformation enthroned within

 

Hands hold the hem of this tapestry

Feet guide threads woven

With each step in this journey

 

Our voices make an offering

A mighty choir in brilliant harmony

Color the image of our perception

Help brothers and sisters to see what they cannot hear

 

Sew lyrics to teach of the painful progressions

One witness,

two shared with,

four directions learn

How to find the medicine growing from our need to mend

 

The great hoop that remembers no beginning

Will live to see it is without end

February 14, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Conscious’stream Is. 13

We have such trouble with separation of church and state

When I listen to the news these days

I’m crying out for a separation of state and science!

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Their war on science is a well-planned campaign of ignorance that is being imposed on the American public.

How can these poli-trick-cians waste their breathe and our money

While our future is divided between drying up, icing over, and eroding away

In the floods of our developed apathy

Get ready, we are entering the era to be known as:

The Age of Emergency

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In a State of Emergency, We must find in ourselves the gateway to healing…

Cali’s facing the worst drought in 5 centuries,

Philly hasn’t had a winter like this since 1884

How many 100s of 1000s of people have had ice storms cut their power

From North to South

Storms, lack thereof, and environmental disasters have been terrorizing the nation

And some California big mouth gonna claim

The people are thirsty because the Act to protect endangered species is to blame

For allocating water to be left in the river for the trout

Like water is for man alone

Who would not be clinging to the concrete construction of tyrannical hurt

If it wasn’t for the fish that sustained the progressions of the people

That fish fertilized the forest from the very first

That lived its life and blessed the future with its decay

So take the river fully from the fish, grow the fish on a factory farm

Feeding them on the industrial wasteland while we waste away

On the genetically violated,

Chemically-enhanced and immune-deficiency created ways

Of the corporate regime that abides by theoretic fallacies

That pay to influence legislated policies

That are driving us faster and faster into a deep State of Emergency

Forcing governments to appease suffering people that have long been forced into

Sedentary ignorance of our original abilities to abide times such as these

When we would move with the seasons

Or have more freedom to resettle in a new place

Now we spend money to rebuild the only places we have left

In the same ways that crumbled away like the storm will never come back

Like the waters we contaminate will be cleansed with industrial treatment

Like water has a strictly human relationship

And humanity can solely control it

But when did the godless decide man was omnipotent

For only the decimation of caring collaborative, cooperative and creative spirit

Could foster these rumors, feuds and violent nonsense

That keeps us from coming together to build imperfect perfection

From finding in each other the innate gifts and honed skills

That only the opportunity guided by great need could call up to surface

The incredible presence we have to bring.

May the tides continue rising

May we begin to listen,

To hear beyond the shells of our calcified comfort zones and insecure bomb shelters

Of our historic canons pompous misdirecting

To find the talents of our ancestors are just beneath the surface

Still pulsing like rivers full of fish that fed their bodies or spiritual dreaming,

Fed the bears and birds and forest full of diversity

That made a living tapestry adding rich embroidery to our personal stories

May the tides continue to activate the conscious seeking the love of creation

Until there are billions of spirits

All together rising

Up up up

With the spirit of a dance

That knows only our need

Is to be freed from the violence of this devastating inconvenience

That has been driving our psychological reflection

Of brutal terrorization

May billions Rise and pull more heartstrings into this harmonic recapitulation

May we be called out of this tragic apathetic trance

May we be moved to Dance Dance Dance

Dance and end the violence!

The violence done to sisters, Mother, daughters,

The violence that denies the gifts of the feminine divinely contained in everything

The violence echoing retribution throughout ages

Where generations have come and gone, all war-torn without relief

Believing masculinity could be found in such acts of brutality

The violent reaction of anger born of the fear of being rejected and misunderstood

Has rippled out to form homogenized societies that cannot bear the burden of the

Miraculous and unique, the transformational spirits that rattle us out of stagnant routine

To remind us that life itself is the purpose of living

Our personal progression is the greatest journey worth discovering

And this earthly diversity, both cultural and biological

Add flavor, flare, color, and mystery to a plot-line that would otherwise be unbearably boring.

May we dance together, far and wide

Far from yet still a part, participating, in something greater than self.

Our undulations are a cosmic heart pumping life into the river of love.

And that dance can bring a rain to wash away all this heavy sludge,

But we have to be willing to budge

When it comes.

February 7, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Conscious’stream Is. 12

“I pledge allegiance to Mother Earth

And all the life which she supports.

ONE planet, in our care,

Irreplaceable, with sustenance and respect for all”

-not my words… not sure who’s…

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inseparable

We are ready for the change

Gather us in

An accumulation of crystal visions

Each perspective adding contours

Like cumulous cloud forms

Ready for the transformation

The alchemy of time transfiguring mind and matter

Into new physical forms and ways of being

Ready the floodgates to be open

Filled with precious intuition carefully collected

Over years of listening listening listening to the sound of a world gone awry

Let them open and spill into the drought worn land of our disillusionment

Let them open and spill forth with the creative quenching

Washing away the chemical manipulation

That dried up and hid how heirloom phantasies are withering

That mirage on the horizon is waiting for our belief in the water we need

This year is a horse at my side and ready

We both made it through the muck left by the coal ash, chemicals and bitumen spilling

Now to spring forth, for this toxic deceit is not worth drinking

The fire inside is set for cleansing

Set muscle to bone taught tendons to vault beyond their barbed fencing

The foundations running away from our feet

Are the stones they made to appear perfect but their lies are hollow and empty

We toss the stones the Builders refuse in front for our trodding

Each step faithfully grips a new reality

With each breath together we define what is to be seen

Our visions form vast expanses of vibrant hues of every brilliant color

Feeding fully from the compost of unnecessary deceit

To grow strong wills, opening with transparent clarity

Unafraid to blossom with potent vulnerability

We are ready

To be seen as interdependencies

Rotating lines of horizons and vertices

Spiraling perfect geometry

There is no musician and instrument

We are all fingers and strings

We are all elements of breath and brass and reed

We are all pores in the skin stretched taut

And we hone our will to stretch with what’s taught

By the breeze and the bird and river canal

By the root and the worm and rotting core

By the stem and flower and fruit into seed

We hum with the rhythm of the Universe’s composing

The drum of the heart is our gospel singer

Inspiring

Hands to grasp the hoop of all relating

Here we find all once lost

Is still rippling with longing

We are ready.

January 17, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Commentary Is.9

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Common Threads weave through every heARTform

 

One Soul calling out to the whole

Words echo from a dream-state:

“We should wake

And not be held by some unrefined vision of it.”

 

Awakening

A lingering vision:

Footfalls upon brittle plants

An entire field of dark decimation

Crumbling away… the vision fades

 

Eyes Wide

Open to the globe

Out from the covers

Feet to the floor

 

Perception seeking

Realities of life on Earth

Lifting the veil

One foundation to explore

 

Many lenses offer insight

Rays of light shine through prisms at different angles, through different facets

Each reveal and obscure distinctive elements

Truth is amorphous and unprejudiced

 

Truth, amorphous and unprejudiced, sliced into wedges and put through a juicer

Blood oranges of pain and hunger paint this glass red

Fermented brutality of prejudice perpetuated by dogmatic fanaticism

                                                                   By ethnic and cultural discrimination

                                                                                    By corporate detachment

                                    Blood fruit, soured, floods the fertile earth and my cup

                       Tearful tsunamis of salty decimation pinched and dashed upon

Lemons add acid, golden and unmerciful

One from the tree in the yard

                        One from the tree plantation

                        One’s citrus burns through the ink on the codex

One’s citrus adds fuel to passion’s will to cleanse

Eat through the scum clouding the focus of a billion eyes

                         Or eat through the wisdom left for the future to learn from

Then, the kale, vital medicine, secret weapon

            Green leaves grown in the bitter cold

                        Acids, of whatever intention, unlock the essential minerals of body nourishment

 

One world Being

            Strong limbs

            Weak ligaments

Drink down this concoction

 

Let this fuel facilitate remembrance

Re member the body aggregate

Lift the veils on every dimension

From cellular membrane

To humanity’s fenced-in conditions

 

Conditional life

Cannot foster unconditional love

Oh! One

Make a choice!

 

Unconditionally envision

New sprouts beneath the broken

Uplifted by regeneration

Soothe the soreness of this body made broken

By the mouth

                        So blinded by the selfish eyes

Not to see its hunger was the foot

                        Starved apart for the hand that only fed it’s other

            And died only to become ghostly bones dancing on pages yet to be written

 

Let every One

Envision

Hand to mouth to feed the foot

I’s that see whether open to within or to without

But all ways open

To be uncovered by the hunger to witness, comprehend, appreciate

All the gifts every aspect brings to this presence.

January 10, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Commentary Is.8

'Written in the snow' photo by Alexandria "Rain" 2007

Something is always left behind…

 

Rebirthing the year

The arbitrary moment in time, assigned

The solar occasion 11 days after Solstice

Fulfilled its part

Ignited micro-galactic threads to pulse illuminations of renewal

Resolutions to try harder do better focus more

But there is no try

No better

No more

There is only: to do.

And there is much to do.

 

Do, to heal violence

The violent anger in our minds grown from the injustice

Done to self

Done to family

Done to friend

Done to enemy

The violent mudra of our hands

Curled around forms of pernicious perception

See the unfairness

See the pain

See the disease

See the apathy

The violent energy in our motions

The inertia of emotion

Is driven

Driven like massive drills into dense earth

Driven like fast cars on dirt roads

Driven like precision bombs

The explosion is shaking us into bones of remembrance

We remember to look behind

To see the shrapnel; to see the dusty obscurations; to see the tailings in the water

To see there is always something left behind

 

Remember: look behind to see the years gone by

Look beyond the moment that awakened each lifetime

Look back to find the dog-eared pages

Of the minstrels, healers, teachers, perceivers

They left a code for us to find

Burned into a fence post

Stone cairns on the wayside

Bits of poetry graffiti on the floor of a bus

A moleta left in the middle of nowhere

Footprints painted on walls

Feathers floating all around

Follow them to the wings beating with the wind

Follow the sound in, to find the wings are our own hearts making wind

 

Beating a rhythm into presence

Echoing through an elemental cavern

Space opening Wisdom’s patient message:

Violence will never end

But action can heal the violence destined to come

Can help suture the wounds created

Can make music of the sounds

Can dance with the inertia

Until it settles down

 

We can do

This healing is our purpose

The medicine calling within us

It is the gift we came to life with

No preconceived notion needed to be obtained

This action is a movement

Surfing the crest of willing thought

Thought willing to listen through compassion

Through communal-passion

Action happens like a voice singing: “Come Unity!”

Community gathers round the fire

The fire it is our healing

The elements cry out

Their joyful tears, a cleansing blessing

Some prefer the rain, some the fire

We naturally take our positions

And find nothing missing

 

We were only missing

This moment

Of true renewal

December 27, 2013 Common Thread Collective Poetic Commentary Is. 6

December 27, 2013

Reality Bytes (Poetic Offering)

Alexandria “Rain” Smith

 

Dedicated to the incomprehensible potential of a brand new year…

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As we move into the reference point that catalogs another journey round the sun I am feeling quite reflective about this journey that we’re all on. And I wonder why we should wait until April to remember that the Earth is one and every day is Earth Day for those of us that stand upon the surface of this brilliant imperfect sphere. There is one constant all life here spins with: transformation. Life and death impart to all the realities of freedom; freedoms to grow, freedoms to let go, in part, in whole. Transmutation from life through death into new forms living, giving; effected, affecting unceasing change.

Little blue light reflection, spin us into a new planetary vision. Imagine deafening fear and raging war entering silence, stillness and emerging peace. Women silenced now allowed to speak; hidden reserved, now enter the streets. Beside their brothers, valued equally for their ability to learn and teach.

Imagine the sick and weary readily offered the rest and medicine they need. Antidotes, cures, healing relief not strictly divvied out as pills and surgery, but as listening, patience holding, love rocking, meditation, reflection, retreat. The idea that someone is independently stricken with disease laid to rest by the compassionate care of community. Understand that when one is ill, we are all suffering.

Imagine all imprisoned for non-violently sharing beliefs set free. Those imprisoned for hurting others seen as the hurt the have caused and allowed to begin a process of rediscovering their own humanity. Those who have hurt so many indirectly by actions of their own or cooperatively, finally disciplined, made to comprehend how their choices impact an interconnected system.

Imagine densely populated urban centers becoming epicenters of organic possibility. Sacrificing corporate profit making schemes for renovations that need people to access their creative, collaborative ingenuity; that we may all share in the wealth of receiving what we need to live healthfully.

Imagine humans un-fencing, un-bordering the world. Walking through mountains, forests, prairies, tundra, deserts, jungle, marshlands- all environments seen are teachers of our cultural progression; no longer forcing them to change but allowing self to be changed by. Allow wisdom to teach from the voice of the sea or air on the wing, as we open ourselves to soar with our dreams.

Imagine this story is never ending. We take care of the love we seek in order to keep it continuing. That alone is enough to transcend every nihilistic, apocalyptic nightmare that sends its own seeds on the wind.

Imagine each care you create is a nearly imperceptible spore that fed and watered will eventually take the most phenomenal forms to inspire and feed forever more.

Every day brings change like an offering to explore and exchange these present flavors of perception. I have a choice and I choose my direction to be here now with the Earth; to see, hear, smell, taste, feel and be felt by all her life that journeys through death toward rebirth. May this New Year bring us around to renewing our faith that we can find what we’re searching for.

Peace

Selah

Blessed Be

December 13, 2013

December 13, 2013

Reality Bytes (Poetic Commentary)

Alexandria “Rain” Smith

Dedicated to the transfigured bodies that have been so asked to trade pounds of flesh and bone, for radiation and chemotherapy; asked to “Slash, burn and poison” their own journey. Spirit whole despite body.

Cancers have come to ask us to bear the scars of the relationship our species has come to inflict upon the equally living body of this planet at our feet and there are as many variations on how this cancerous disease grows into our being as there are seeds blowing on the winds—well as used to be blown about before the Economic entomologist figured out the most profitable reasons to develop chemicals on massive scales. With a greatness now that truly rivals the development of petroleum, but they are more like monstrous Siamese twins than competitors, for it is so convenient that atomic science has enabled dead-creation to fracture the ancient flora’s fertile compost into pieces far removed from the peace of the ancient waterdance that helped give birth to the black gold we defile the water with today. Spilling it through patched and inspected to be unworthy pipelines like intravenously shooting up with a needle shared too many times and hungry to infect life with compounds enabling Auto Immune Disease Syndromes to seek and conquer like Drones precision shooting up entire school yards and community activist family homes with their shrapnel with their undiscriminating aim to kill kill kill, the echoing refrain of the fear of the unknown or the fear of being figured out. Work! Spend! The capitalist refrain of the empty economic theory of endless growth that only makes sense to me if you perceive that the earth itself enabled the human species along with countless, incredible others tens of hundreds of thousands of circles around a star to endlessly grow into new and ever more enchanting life forms until one became so pompous to believe that life could be so vital to the one that it could bear to live without all the miraculous relations that openly offer up the medicine another soul is calling for. For when you open your perception to encompass the whole story being told upon this little spinning blue reflecting ball there is more compassion being shared across the species borders than within and between our own…

In 1981 at a Conference held by the National Alliance of Business, Pres. Ronald Reagan said, “Excessive Government spending, taxing and regulating no matter how well intended is a formula for disaster. Volunteer activities and philanthropy play a role as well as economic incentives and investment opportunities. To be certain we’re talking about America’s deep sense of generosity (HA!)—but we’re also talking about a buck for business if it helps to solve our social ills.”

As for the former message of this statement I’d like to know what it’d be like in my lifetime (I was born 2 years after that conference took place) to have the branches of our government that are imagined to be regulating the products in our markets to protect our health and safety actually doing that, but if the Trans-Pacific Partnership (TPP) gets passed that’s never going to happen.

And as for the last bit… Yeah, if it helps to solve our ills, that’s the business best engaged in, a job worth doing, if only because vitally necessary the worst job is born with deep dignity and pro’vocation to be busy. I’d personally love to see more beings beautiful busyness watching out for bees, helping them and all the countless interrelations flowing from their pollinating making the world more vibrant, verdant, colorful, a scent’suous dance —as though the path to sweet honey’s making secretly weaves sweetness into the daydream of the planet, innerwoven like the tides of the Moon’s song beating seas, rocking seeds into their beds, may they find, en’root, be’hold, be’held, be’leaf, be bud be blossom to flower, may be fruit capable to cradle new seed…

Lettuce, let us release belief to be held, beholden to the part we play in a dance far greater than the plastic castle of bitumen sludge spewing hydraulicFRACKtured blanched waters like chemotherapy for the Earth Mother’s body, evaporating up to be spun through turbine jet wings, exhausted now, spinning lines of free radicals growing cancerous cloud covers, raining acid to accompany the thunderous megaload transfers of raped materials industrially manipulated to create massive machines whose sole purpose is to rape and pollute a world we might be able to live healthfully and creatively with indefinitely if we can end the successions of the mighty few who profit now by the tens of millions of people made slaves to the purchase and wage enslavement of products that are weakening our immunity, toxifying the planet and numbing us like Huxley’s “soma” in the Brave New World the colonial patriarchy create by killing the Goddess and disparaging(despair raging through) the Mystic Creative power of the unknowable Feminine that whispers our names on a moon breeze of soft qi only your true presence can perceive because it’s speaking through the aggregate of every atom of your being calling out to you: “See you are a shining knight, a star of beauty to transform visions of brutal night, not in the least bit little, but a big bright phenomenal Light!”

…just imagine when we unite…

Quan Yin

Compassion Heals

 

 

Peace.

Selah.

Blessed Be.

 

This commentary was especially inspired by Trey: Harold Fanando Owens III and the Documentary: Pink Ribbon Inc. Directed by Lea Pool.

http://www.firstrunfeatures.com/pinkribbonsinc/

December 6, 2013 CommonThread Commentary Is.3

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By Alexandria “Rain” Smith

This piece is dedicated to everyone who doesn’t feel worthy of the liberation we all deserve. We all deserve the Freedom to feel through what we are feeling; to listen and follow our emotion into understanding. We are all worthy of living, feeling, breathing, learning many practices, praxis’ of exploring how we relate and what we create by our own offerings. I dedicate this Peace to every being that has been so challenged to follow their creative passions because an Other, in their weakness, felt threatened by what we might be, empowered—truly the most tragic mishap of all history, the cause of immeasurable pain, these kinds that fester, are refracted and perpetuated through concepts of time. In our moments of eclipsed light may we see the auras of the courageous candles that burned their way through the walls of adversity that others may follow and see: it’s a long road, so you gotta decide what it’s worth to be free.

“Creating health requires making a paradigm shift… to a new way of thinking about and being in relationship with our bodies, our minds, our spirits, and our connection with the universe.” –Chistiane Northrup Women’s Bodies, Women’s Wisdom

“It is what we make out of what we have, not what we are given that separates one person from another.” Nelson Mandela Long Walk to Freedom

We dream ourselves forward. Transformation born of our hope, our need; discovered, within a dry wrinkled weakened sheath, a most beautiful and tiny seed willing to swallow us through the birthing canal into a new day’s dream.  We follow the footsteps of the most beautiful courageous being we can imagine could be. Be, as Florida Scott-Maxwell put it, “Fierce with reality.” We look upon the living tapestry and acknowledge the disease along with the beauty. We refuse to deny that “indelible blight” of Apartheid, American slavery, the Andrew Jackson-Nazi-Pol Pot-Pinochet-Generals of the Dirty War-Mbotu Sese Seko-regimes of unquantifiable atrocities, all these scars we bear as humanity. We will not forget the paths that brought us into darkness that we may face the challenge of bringing each other back into the light. Blessings for the struggles to suture the gashes they were, were born of “proud rebelliousness, a stubborn sense of fairness” that rallies the mistreated to arise!

Life patterns entrap us when they’re not helping to imprint us with positive reinforcement, giving us strength to realize the best stance to take at the moment we are asked what we have to offer. We make the decisive and patient choice to untangle the knots of our conditioning formed by the battles of our personal experience. Meditating upon the mediation of enemy perspectives we hear the song describing the Good Red Road between them. As fully prismatic, multifaceted beings, we become willing to take a multifaceted approach to a life of re-creating health, regenerating the wealth of collective wholeness. We confront the imprisonment of habitual fears, entrenched in presumption culturally created by a hierarchical perspective to maintain perverted states of control, We are breaking free to realize we can lay the foundations that allow true strength to catalyze and evolve into miraculous collaborations no one alone could have ever foreseen.

On this walk, we take with us the wisdom forged before us, for us. We listen to the voices calling within us speaking the languages of fellow ailments wailing like a mighty chorus. We retreat when the violence simply floors us, but we will never surrender our will to wait for a break in the storm to let the rainbow once again shine and realign the paradigms in order to see the path of mending before us.

Peace

Selah

Blessed Be.