Potential
And our children watch and learn
Watch and learn from us the way to furl up their potential
To ravel their dreams on the spool of the logic of this place
In which we feel like we don’t have a choice.
Where the cost-benefit analysis of our bank balance keeps us on the hook
Fishes from an endless sea that is not so endless anymore,
We are the fish of the sea that we drag up by the net full
And cough up onto the deck to be gutted and sold
Packed up racked and ready for the pan on ice cold slurry.
At evening’s cool bloody slush swept away into drains,
That hurry it all back to the echoing, the emptying sea
Slowly as we overfish ourselves,
Overfill the nets of the work that we told ourselves we need to do
Even as it disconnects us from the labour of our truth
The soul work…
The deep state culture change…
The unfurling, unravelling, unveiling of…
The becoming the authentic compounding, resounding,
Exponential universal you
That is me,
That is him,
Her, it, he and she
That is the sky, the light, the earth, the sea.
What will unlock this, what shape is the key
To our boundless potential gifted so free
But you need the courage to claim it
It’s yours if you take it
It’s ours if you make it
It’s crystal clear you can’t fake it
Once it’s forged in the fire of your absence of desire you can’t break it
With a foot on your path the other way is shown
To be tangled and slow, bush-bashing circles overgrown
To the extent that you don’t even hear your own moan
At the outrage of the waste of your only commodity
Time.
All you have to play with in this high-stakes game
Time.
All you need to get to where you need to be
Time.
To realise the divide is false, we’re one and the same
Time.
All we need to heal, to listen, to see
Time.
All the ocean needs to rebound with abundance
If we make the choice to give it half a chance
It will dance with life again, as it realises its potential.
Joe Blogs, 2020
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