So What!

“If you say: “So what?” to their face, they are powerless.” – Salma Hayek

 
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IT IS.

The following is a poem I wrote a long time ago, it reverberates within me strongly at the moment witnessing what is happening at Standing Rock Indian Reservation.  

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IT IS

THE SUBTLY OF NEGATING AND QUIET ERODING,

IT IS 

NOT THE BLACK AND WHITE,

IT IS 

THE BLINDING GREY  TO BE FEARED.

 


 

 IT IS

THE SHADOW OF COMPLIANCE,

IT IS

THE ENTWINING OF BELIEF,

IT IS

THE DARKENING OF UNIQUENESS.


 

IT IS

THE MIND GAMES OF ’NORMALITY’,

IT IS

THE DEATH OF  NATIONS,

IT IS

IGNORANCE BREEDING SUSPICION.


 

IT IS

SLY  ANNIHILATION,

IT IS

FEAR FILLED  INTERLOPERS,

IT IS

ASPHYXIATING ALL WITH A WAISCU  MINDSET.


 

IT IS

INSIDIOUSLY INSTIGATING  THE  SCHISM OF INDEPENDENCE,

IT IS

INVADING, PERVADING,OVERWHELMING ALL,

IT IS

THE ENDING IF ABSORBED.


 

IT IS

THE  ERADICATION OF LIFEWAY  AND INTERCONNECTEDNESS,

IT IS

THE ALONENESS OF SELF RELIANCE THAT FRACTURES,

IT IS

THE ‘LITTLE DEATHS’ THAT KILL THE SOUL.


 

                                                        II

 

 IT IS

THE CONNECTEDNESS THAT WILL BREAK THE STRANGLEHOLD,

 IT IS

THE OPENNESS OF HONESTY THAT IS CORRUPTIONS ENEMY,

IT IS

THE KNOWLEDGE OF TRUTH THAT FREES THE PRISONER.


 

 IT IS

THE PURENESS OF HEART THAT ENLIVENS,

IT IS

THE INTANGIBLE AND TANGIBLE,

IT IS

THE RESOLVE TO BE  HEART  TRUE.


                            

IT IS

THE SOUL’S BREATH,

IT IS

THE SPIRIT SPEAKING,

IT IS

THE INNATE KNOWING.


 

 IT IS

THE BEGINNINGS,

IT IS

THE ENDINGS,

IT IS

THE BELIEVING.


 

IT IS

UNDERSTANDING THAT COMES FROM THE SILENCE,

IT IS

REACHING DEEP INSIDE AND EMBRACING OF IT,

IT IS

THAT CLARITY OF VOICE HEARD.


 

IT IS

REACHING FORTH TO ENFOLD,

IT IS

THE INTERDEPENDENCE OF  COMPASSION,

IT IS

THE FEARLESS FREEDOM.


 

IT IS

THE FATHOMED DEPTHS,

IT IS

THE LIFEWAY OF BEING,

IT IS 

THE INTERTWINING  OF ALL.


 

IT IS

THE HUMANENESS OF LIVING,

IT IS

THE BEAUTY OF TRUTH,

IT IS

THE UGLINESS OF LIE.


 

IT IS

OVERCOMING  INSURMOUNTABLE ODDS,

IT IS

EARS COMPREHENDING THAT WHICH IS UNSPOKEN,

IT IS

WORDS SEEN THROUGH EYES UNBLINDED.


 

IT IS

TOUCH, SPEAKING MORE THAN THOUSAND WORDS,

IT IS

THE QUIET REALITY OF HUMBLENESS AND WISDOM,

IT IS

INTERCONNECTEDNESS MENDING THAT WHICH WAS BROKEN.


                           

IT IS

THE INTERDEPENDENCE  OF BEING ONE THAT HEALS AND FORGIVES,

IT IS

IN THE REMEMBERING, THAT REMEDIES AND RESTORES.

IT IS

LOVING UNCONDITIONALLY WITH HEARTS STRONG AND TRUE.

 

 

 

The Daytop Philosophy

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“Here, together, I can at lastappear clearly to myself”

I am here because there is no refuge, finally from myself.

Until I confront myself in the eyes and hearts of others, I am running.

Until I suffer them to know my secrets, I have no safety from them.

Afraid to be known, I can know neither myself nor any other, I will be alone.

Where else but in our common ground, can I find such a mirror?

Here, together, I can at last appear clearly to myself, not as a giant of my dreams, nor the dwarf of my fears, but as a person, part of the whole, with my share in its purpose.

In this ground I can take root and grow, not alone any more, as in death, but alive to myself and to others.

Richard Beauvais

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