A few weeks ago, I blogged that crossing a bridge offers a unique opportunity to embrace uplifting choice possibilities in the present moment as one transitions from past to future. In the following poem, I thus imagine that if a wall could speak, they might feel a similar need for self enlightening transformation.
Beyond “no man’s” rim, they arrive in desperate squalid
As my concrete slab taunts them in stoic solid
Such illusions of safety but never to heal
For my divisive view of life orders oppressive ordeal
In these zones of split mind, there’s a sickening distrust
In lost chances to engage binding unity’s thrust
When my cold barriers severs “breakaway” hopes in new land
What sense do I serve then, when so many I strand?
Without bricks, berms, nor wire, my walls no longer take side
For in a borderless country, I’ve got nothing to hide
Who comes through my portals, that no one can see.
True gatherings of oneness, who have no reason to flee
As friendless walls crumble in this world full of hate
It’s never in doubt that freedom’s reign spells my ultimate fate
Reflecting further on walls encountered in our world travels I present the following photographic display as a reminder of the critical need to embrace global unity today.
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