(Untitled) Poetry

May I turn my ear to the wind
To the art of waging peace
Across seven generations
Beginning with breath

Today is world water day
It interconnects all of us
We carry the water for each other

Waging peace
Is a practice
Embodied
In wholeness

We are
Where we are
This is the work
Welcome

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Habit
Disruption
Is a practice

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Nothing but aloha 

Falling apart
Is not a sacrifice in vain
When waged in peace

Peace is not an absence
Of warfare
It is space of vibrant thriving

Habit is violence
Violence inhabits 
The binary 

Peace disrupts habit

From holeness to
Wholeness
This is the human condition
As whole as it can be

The stance of forward
Movement
On offense
Led with truth
Of heartspace 

Waging requires
We carry the arc
Dented 

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There is mending to be done
Beyond justice
We all have part of story
We know this to be true

Learning and doing
All at the same time
The hour is upon us
At the red dawn

Kuleana 
Invites mutuality,
Breaks the binary
Of yours and ours
Across the vastness of time

Mutuality moves us 
From other to
One another

I am an 
Interaction 
With people today
Even the ones 
I never meet

I am consequential
In this thriving story
Of repair and reconciliation
This is our Kuleana, our
responsibility

Language is everything
And it fails us often

This is why knowledge
Is just a rumor
Until it is felt in the bones
So say the Asaro Tribe

The wisdom 
Is in the room
When we make room
For each other

Nothing but aloha