the last week was spent studying cultural citizenship.at first my brain loved it. it all made so much sense.
the division of humanity into haves and the disposable rest.
by retreating into the private sphere
we give up the ability to collectively dream
and create a common good.
market metaphors infiltrate our very being.
we close our eyes to the suffering that surrounds us
while trying to find pleasure for sale.
our bodies become the property of governments
rather than sources of infinite possibilities and pleasure
we fear the laughter of the other.
unpack each idea and another nestles inside.
in the center is a small doll.
she does not like exposing her private self.
when with others she sees only her own pain.
she believes that it is up to her to save herself and others
must do the same.
she is lonely and scared.
she wants the government to protect her.
to be worthy of protection and respect she conforms.
everything she buys contains hidden within it
the suffering of many.
every time she buys it she helps someone
make a profit.
she does not know those who suffer or gain.
she does not know her safeness
and how it isolates her
from others who are unsafe, disposable, stuck.
in the center is a small doll.
she does not like exposing her private self.
when with others she sees only her own pain.
she believes that it is up to her to save herself and others
must do the same.
she is lonely and scared.
she wants the government to protect her.
to be worthy of protection and respect she conforms.
everything she buys contains hidden within it
the suffering of many.
every time she buys it she helps someone
make a profit.
she does not know those who suffer or gain.
she does not know her safeness
and how it isolates her
from others who are unsafe, disposable, stuck.
when i step outside
i step out of my self.
how did everything get to be this fucked up?
this machine we created is so big and so hungry.
how do i stop feeding the machine
without it turning on me?
i step out of my self.
how did everything get to be this fucked up?
this machine we created is so big and so hungry.
how do i stop feeding the machine
without it turning on me?
which parts of my reality do i createand which are created through a collective dream?
is it a dream or a nightmare?
and allows the spirit,which academia rarely speaks of,
to burst her defenses open
until light blows away the walls that surround her.










7 comments:
Powerful words Hele.
Like the butterfly wings.
One small action can lead on to more as the strength of the breeze builds up across the world. And we realise we are not one but many and we all just want to live.
And here we stretch out our hands in friendship across the continents and feel heard by one another. And the butterfly lands gently on our hands as the touch, the essence of love that is offered one to another carries us on through the bad times to help us to the good.
xx
you are a beautiful being of incomparable light
Gorgeous writing. I love the sentiment.
I hope your exam went well. Somehow I'm sure it did.
Your blog is simply the loveliest thing. Simply.
/waving at flutter, sending love
I have been far away for so long. I see you continue to transform. Simply. Lovely.
Nice.
Hey, I just found the space to read your last four posts. I love them, as usual, and the pictures as well, and then I find myself thinking not of the things you really wrote about but wanting to ask about your coat, and your shoes, and the exam, and mundane life.
My husband tells me I always want to talk about the mundane instead of thinking about the global and really interesting things. He might be right.
Yet I'm seeking out people like him and you.
we start with one. you. me. we start with peace. within. we radiate.
it matters.
we move forward. things shift. they change.
we do what we can.
we do what we can.
i've been thinking a lot about saving the world as well and how to go about it and then i get overwhelmed and i find myself rooted in inertia.
i keep coming back to read this. as usual. and finding it difficult to find words to leave a comment.
i love the beautiful thoughts you provoke...
xox,
/julie
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