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in a culture that still espouses a belief
that a good man is hard to find
yet a hard man is good to find
it feels to me that men cannot quite piece together
who they are within this context
one is left to follow the cultural memes
where women are both bitches and hos
yet also mother and madonna,
fuck i am confused by this,
perpetuation of domination
and subversion of female power
has led us to the brink of self-destruction
as people and our planet’s caretaker
yet it still leaves men of heart and conscience
swimming against a current of power over
anyone who questions, power over
the fact that most of my friends
who have had children, have had girls
gives me the hope that women raised
by males who understand true equality
will be able to assist the males of their generation
to not be lost in this conundrum
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there seems to be as many things we cannot control
as there are moments in a lifetime
but the one thing we can always control
is how we deal with those unknowns
for one can cower in fear
of uncertain outcomes
or one can take a step
make a movement
to try, to ask, to risk
for what it is they want
i believe that this is such a moment
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it felt so primitive to be here in the 21st century
hardwired up to computer interfaced recording devices
that obviously interfere with ones normal processes
but here we are believing in progress
i just hope that something can come out of this
that will assist me in actually getting a restful sleep
the frustration of sleeping for eight hours a night
and being exhausted in the day is massive
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there is so much energetic movement going on
that it is difficult to get perspective at times
everyone i know is currently pushing
against ideas of who they are
what this is and looks like
mountains of change
from the perspective of ants
yet if we can individually and collectively
keep our shit together (real and imagined)
the other side of this current fuzzy position
will be well worth the effort and hard work
peace and love to all
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as we shrug off the weight of so much story
so much definition
of who we think we are
we are left with an emptiness
a new field upon which to build
no longer inhibited
by history
nor encumbered
by its limited definitions
of action and outcome
we are ready to become
who we really are
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perspectives shift
with positionality
choices
are exactly that
a moment
a movement
nothing lost
if stories end
energy does not dissipate
it simple moves someplace else
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i was born east of here
my people came from much farther east of here
we look to the east for direction and guidance
we look to the east in hope that the sun will rise again
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never too late to start again
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upon this exercise in letting go
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Everything is Nothing but Everything 