Plenty Of Time

Plenty of time wasted. Plenty of time running, moments not facing all that begs to be seen with clarity. Attention spans whittled down to mere seconds. Ghosts in the making but no home left for haunting.

Digital martyrdom has replaced intentional action. No longer must we leave our homes, show up for our neighbors, volunteer our time in order to label ourselves as good as righteous as helpful. Our morality has been coded and categorized and as long as you pick a side your conscience can be clear.

This is calculated separation, the dissolving of our foundation of community. We’ve misplaced our empathy.

Regardless of the rhetoric the children have always gone hungry, the bombs have been dropped upon many, the bonds have grown weak and we’ve turned our backs on Us. We have stripped ourselves of our humanity, packaged it in plastic and sell it back to ourselves as “revolution”.

What we are we have always been, infinite and divine all wrapped up in softness and skin. We have been playing a game of amnesia for far too long. It is time for remembrance. It is time for silence. It is time for heart-centered action, because a child is a child no matter the household political affiliation, and at a time we all were… children. Our hearts and hands have been soft and open. Our tears have run freely. Our eyes have seen clearly. and None of us deserved to be forced into some shape, some misinformed idea of what was needed.

We can start the rewrite. We can begin the retracing that can only take place within our individual selves, ultimately leading us back to each-other.

As the opression and manipulation grows in it’s complexity the answer has alway been the same and simple. presence. Presence is the medicine, is the key in our searching, is the long road back to our remembering. The future has an ancient heart and it looks and beats just like ours.

Plenty of time wasted. Plenty of time running, moments not facing all that begs to be seen with clarity. Yet there is still plenty of time left for love.