POEM: Hope Inflamed

Inflamed

inflamed
That which cannot be
Put out
Will consume every individual
Testing their mettle
Forging in feeleds
Just discovered
From a crucible witch lies unknown
Alloys forever
Stronger than any metal
Purely a loan
No matter
How precious
Our
In one
Another
Together
With standing
The fiercest heat
Or the harshest in difference

This poem about rests on my and that together humans will rise to any problem that we can experience in this world.  I like the Amelia Earhart quote, “ is the price that exacts for granting peace.”  I think that courage, while sometimes rare, is contagious.  I think that once one truly experiences peace and freedom, there is little going back.  I cite the Arab Spring as an example of a quantum leap forward that may be resisted but cannot be defeated.  Human or is the nexus and seed of all good that springs forth from humankind.  Ignorance is the dark side and enemy of such enlightenment.  Ignorance and are powerful forces in human life, but, I believe, that they are less powerful than human and the human spirit unleashed.  I see the human spirit as rooted and emanating from a place that is outside, transcendent of worldly structures.  Further, an enlightened does not retreat into some other-worldly place, but engages the in this world, modeling better ways, those rooted in the deepest realities of human experience and being.  I am impressed by the sheer choice of Buddha to remain in the world to help others rather than blow out into nirvana.  This speaks to a of higher consciousness, transcending self.  Similarly, did not shy away or retreat from the powers that be.  put all of his skin in the game, to the point of death, being crucified as an enemy of the Roman state.  modeled a of Pax Christi versus Pax Romana, the difference between shalom and détente, a higher expectation/ for the of human existence on this earth.  As proclaimed, “Peace is possible” — a statement in a world where conventional is that détente is the highest possible state; or perhaps some of trying to kill all of your enemies, giving rise to more enemies, resulting in endless with some perverse demonizing one another.  I will cast my lot with one another together with standing the fiercest heat or the harshest difference.  What say you?

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