This is a recent one, written just over a week ago with scant few revisions. I’ve been thinking a lot about how to live in peace with others so far as it depends on me and what that actually looks like in the world.
Is it silence? Is it exclusion?
Or is it bearing witness?
I’ll have to get back to you on that one.
both sides we pretend our world, seeing as it’s never seen - a moving mirage refracted through a prism of perspectives, where it’s expected that we meet in the middle even when center is calculated in so many ways, where cruelty & compassion meet, never quite touching - & we become conditioned to accepting less of each & calling it victory.