Interdependency and Interconnectedness,
I wonder what happened globally as we advanced
In technology and the proliferation
Of access to information from all over the World
As we were infiltrated by the awareness of other Ways of living
Across the Globe
As we sit with watchful eyes and analysis
With a certain kind of arrogance afloat.
That we are the keepers of Wisdom, that we have found
A better Way to live than others.
As I pulled myself out of the incrustations of institutional bureaucratic
And wandered around experiencing the Ways of other cultures
I have been enlivened by the wisdom all around the globe
That resides in the most obscure settings.
To me, it is like the homeless person on the street that opens the
Voice box to tell me what has been learned on the journey
Of living that Way of life.
When I stop to listen, engage, to see, to open my heart to that person
I am showered with wisdom that I could not obtain on my own
for it is only placed in the traveler from the walk of homelessness.
My commitment is to be willingly to be taken away from my comfort zone of
Safety and superior wisdom to allow myself to be taught and to see
What I really may not want to know but my inquisitive heart
Says you must.
You must see the size of the cloth of humanity
You must be willing to behold the sometimes harsh truths of our
To see how the landscape of the workings of singular human experience
Is impacted by the structures of society, sometimes positively and sometimes
You must be willing to see who are the benefactors and why
And who are the victims, the isolated the obscure and why.
It is not easy to hold this in my heart
For at times my whole body weeps
That we cannot find it our hearts to listen, hear, understand
And to see.
That we could someday to be the
Impoverished person on the street.
But I know we could, deep in my heart