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Details: Friday, 12 June 2020; Written by Eve Moore

For Giving

For the heartbreak

of ages of eons

of multitudes,

I give gentleness,

kindness,

grace.

For the wounds

of the past, present,

I give the strength

to heal.

For the darkness

that takes, shapes shift,

I give incandescence.

For perceptions

of power-over

me/we,

I give pardon,

liberation.

For vicious cycles

suffered throughout

time and space, I give

the peace to transform,

course-correct, into

luminous, virtuous

spirals.

For the struggle,

I give my

letting

go.

For veils so thick

we stumble aimlessly,

I give my acceptance,

forbearance.

For the malevolence

oft seen of the universe,

I give the second sight

of benevolence.

For death,

I give an open

mind, heart,

hand.

For the grip

of abject despair,

I give release.

For lack and

all that it wants,

I give plenty—

abundantly.

For now,

with all it holds,

portends,

I give

‘yes.'

For loss

and its welter of grief,

I give tenderness.

For the rage

loosed in me,

in us, I give depths

of understanding.

For the unrelenting

change that is existence,

I give my alignment,

right of way.

For the blindness

we must see into, through,

beyond, I give my

full spectrum.

For deafness

that shatters, colonizes,

incubates, gags,

silences,

I give

…Beethoven.

Nina Simone

(you know what I mean).

Rilke.

Rothko

Van Gogh.

Martin Luther King.

For neglect,

I give cherishing.

For the ache

of shame,

I give

softness,

relief.

For

the right

and the wrong,

the inner and outer,

the core and the chorus,

I give balance.

For the manifold

uncertainty roiling

the lands and waters,

I give consciousness

expanding,

rising.

For the abuse

and abused,

I give solace

and care.

For the distress

hidden and plain,

I give comfort, ease,

tolerance —

vision.

For the child inside

that feels lost, vulnerable,

I give sanctuary,

beholding.

For systems failure

catalyzing sustainability,

unity, opportunity—evolution

of life on our mother earth,

I give my trust, my faith,

my fortitude.

For the fragility

of this small identity,

I give time, space

to grow wings.

For smokescreens

blurring lines/truths,

I give fresh air.

For dark nights

of humankind’s soul,

I give sweet dreams

dawning.

For the trauma

we’ve survived, witnessed,

encountered to get to here,

I give balm, harbor,

wellbeing.

For oppression

suffered at the hand of

racism, classism, sexism, ageism,

chauvinism, fascism, materialism, nihilism,

narcissism, barbarism, cynicism, consumerism,

separatism, militarism, intellectualism,

egotism, capitalism, exceptionalism,

jingoism, despotism, infantilism...

I give my abiding solidarity.

For the persistent

insistence of fear—its

roots, seeds and thickets,

I give the olive branch

of compassion,

clarity,

truce.

For the shadow

unfolding its dense

form(s) before our eyes,

I give my prayer for

the highest good

to shine through.

For the illusion

of control whose gravity

we are coming to lift

above, I give

flight.

For the debt

accrued learning

how not to be of this world,

I give my absolution.

For the karmic purge

seeking to break free,

I give an open door,

a violet flame, a

fond farewell.

For the hard thing

that stretches me out of

my complacency, ignorance,

smallness and habituation,

I give my green light

(and pin number).

For the maze we must

experience—master—to get

to the still center of our peace,

I give my life, my being,

my art and essence,

my everything.

For the wizard whose curtain

we must pull to find what we’ve had,

known, all along: our humanity, integrity,

our way home, I give my innocence,

my beautiful balloon.

For the magic

we are called to make of

the mundane, the mendacity,

the matter, the mystery,

the madness,

I give my wand.

For the narrative

that insists itself on

our psyche as tragedy,

I give my full attention

— imagination —

to a new writing, a

transcendent telling

of the story.

For the comfort zone

that eschews discomfort,

I give courage, grit

…and spandex.

For the glacier

that makes the mountain,

and the river that undoes it,

I give my head,

bowed.

For the stars

that shoot out of the dark earth

to offer their petals, enchantments,

again and again and again,

I give my rapt delight.

For taking

advantage,

for granted,

sides, part

— or not —

I give

mercy.

For taking

more than was

ever mine to take,

I give my truest

love...

freeing

itself of

ego and

expectation

and lifetimes

of conditioning.

For any resistance

to any of this giving,

I pledge my gentle

pardon and

surrender.

For ever,

I give my

presence,

patience,

allowance,

thankfulness

and abiding

goodwill.

For

myself,

you, us,

them,

All that is,

as it is.

I am

giving

this, my

vow.

❤️

∞

∆

≈

© 2020 by Eve Moore.
© Photo by Eve Moore.

Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well.

“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.”
—Jimi Hendrix

This poem was submitted exclusively to CrystalWind.ca by Eve Moore.

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