Habit
Is the unconscious glove
That separates
Us from
Direct contact
To our awareness
Practice
Takes the gloves off
So our hands
Can touch our hearts
Shift our minds
To re-member
Our wholeness
Collective acceleration
Is how we change
Habits
Like the murmuration
Of starlings
Dancing together
To the constant song
Of remembering
We live
In a culture of
(For)getting
Of always wanting more.
We want to forget
Before we forgive
Or are
Forgiven
The scarcity of
Never enough
Lives in the shadows
Of the forgotten
Until
We re-member
We can rejoin
And rejoice
With each other
Anew
In the current
Of abundant love
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How do we make sacred the changing of our habits? Grief is a ceremony for our forgotteness. Death is required before rebirth.
by Omar Brownson
March 25, 2022
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As part of "In the Art of Waging Peace, The Heart Is Everything" Booklet
Omar Brownson – Poetry
Los Angeles , CA / Tongva Lands
These words are a practice of listening with the heart. I share them with the spirit of love and in service to peace.
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