Things only astronauts have seen
Sights that split you wide open
That sense of awe and wonder
Where everything important falls away
Like a spend rocket stage
No earthbound entity can perceive
Space as anything but empty and
Black
So stare into that void
And turn away from it
Here is the blue marble
So small
So alive
Who among us is not an actor
Playing a role called Me
I’ve got this story about who I am
And what Me means.
There’s a pile of likes
Another of dislikes
And what I can get away with.
Others watch.
Then, curtains and applause.
Which is a huge wind in the ego-sails
That fades, deflates
Then the emptiness becomes harder
To ignore.
The story of who I am that I have
And tell myself, serves, to a point.
The places where it differs with reality
Are where all the problems lie, and
All the difficulties arise.
There are a thousand things the story says are ok
But they’re not.
Your heart knows, your head invents excuses.
In one of us, this battle is waged
But in a group of us, a team
A corporation, a government
Where is the Heart that knows what’s right?
20220119: inspired by earthweal https://earthweal.com/2022/01/17/earthweal-weekly-challenge-native-to-the-now/ and an Amazon documentary about William shatner. I was only a few months old when we landed on the moon.
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That blue dot which mothered all our selves, oblivious herself to space and in contact effort to balance weave succor and order its own piles of like and dislikes: how can any or all her children do any better than she? Life is just a blue dot in a universe of the unlived, and yet it’s all worth loving. A corporation of rogue hearts. Go figure.
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How can you know the magnitude until you can hold her in your hand?
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We seem to have forgotten how very tiny we are and how fragile that blue orb is.
When we come together, what rivers will we create? The ones that nourish or the ones that destroy? (K)
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Are they not the same rivers? The river bringeth, the river taketh away
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Some rivers give more, and some take more I think. Particularly when it comes to those formed by humans.
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Hopefully that Heart is one that is willing to work towards maintaining the light of that blue marble surrounded by darkness.
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And such a light it is!
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True words….and the ones who most need to hear are the corporations and governments with no hearts. Tried commenting yesterday – wordpress doesnt like Blogger. Finally got a wordpress account so I can comment. Let’s see if it works.
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Looks good from here Sherry! Great to hear from you again
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Such a meaningful and heartfelt message, Eric:
‘Your heart knows, your head invents excuses.’
We need that collective heart of which you speak. I think about this often!
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indeed Ingrid. it is everything.
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Does Government have a heart? They seem hell bent on proving across the globe that they currently do not. I like the way you draw analogies between the death of the ego and the black voids of space. Maybe it is there that we will find the way forward – with no help from governments.
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the vanity and skullduggery and insult that is Citizens United logically extends to, that corporations, as ‘people’, must have hearts.
of what, it doesn’t say.
but we might guess, based on what breaks them. ~
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Indeed. I know I was not connected with my heart for a long time. I suspect other individuals have that problem too, but like me they didn’t even know it or see anything wrong.
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