WEEKLY POEM FOR HUMANITY: THE GAME

“The starting of a movement,

A movement for improvement –

Can it be that what was in the past

Is no longer sustainable and cannot last?

Is it possible that it can continue?

With its pitfalls and splitting truth

Is it not time for cohesion?

To place the balm on the lesions

And unite all the regions –

Now has come the season!

And there were dreams in the past

That suffering would not last

But how can that be

Without eliminating the root?

In the seed of love

There springs forth a shoot

Of a flower that blooms

In the hearts of men –

Not just declaring words or scribing pen

But living within the garden of flowers

Where those flowers are not fighting for power.

It is understood where the power lies,

It is understood when you look into each other’s eyes,

That you are One,

Not two, not three.

How you choose a perspective – to see –

Is what makes all the difference.

To live together in congruence,

A harmonious community

Where you let go of the concept of ‘me’

And you move to the blending of ‘We.’

Then you will see

The way We see.

Is it enough to shift perspective?

Or are the actions later, then, elective?

Should they not be reflective

Of this wider perspective?

What you hold onto are only layers

And in this game, where all the players

Are taking action to either be as One

Or choosing separation so all is undone.

Perhaps the time has now come

To sail and move with the flowing tide –

Whether the head, or whether the tail,

All will follow and abide.

This little game

That was played

Must come to an end,

But before the end

We must mend

The discourse and separation and fragmentation

So that you all may ascend.

Thank you.”

For Humanity, Volume 1 by Lubna Kharusi

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