Fragile
At any moment we might shatter. We might fall to our knees weighed down by the terror of being so far from our own control
In the usual process of defining your dreams, goals and plans for 2025, do consider the underlying sense held in these 103 words. It may reshape such grand plans to include more of those around you.
I have an idea that it is such a reshaping that may change this world.
Fragile
We are fragile. You and me.
Though we act strong,
our lives are
held together with
thoughts of where
we might be tomorrow.
And of disappointed
yesterdays.
At any moment we might shatter.
We might fall to our knees
weighed down by the terror
of being so far from
our own control.
Dare we look up, we’d not know
where to go or what to do.
We are fragile. You and me.
If we were to turn to each other,
we might see the whole world
on their knees.
Hurting, and seemingly
alone.
But none of us are.
We are fragile together.
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we are indeed fragile together, and if more humans could bear the radical simplicity of this, the dominant culture would be the undefended heart, rather than division - we are being taught to make an enemy out of every difference - and, what are we taught to do to the enemy? Well, kill them of course.
I believe I am a realistic 66 year old human - I have fallen into the well of my own oceanic tenderness - I belong to the global village of tenderness. We are threaded together by almost invisible ribbons of light. Many of us have never met and never will, but we know we are here. We have micro villages where community happens, and in those villages we trust, we know, that we are fragile together.
We know it for ourselves, and it is a blessing to be free, though not the easy way. It is a blessing because as someone (Kierkegaard I think) said: the most common form of despair is not being who you are - and I believe we carry it for some that will never be able to know this blessing.
I do not reckon the Village of the Undefended Heart will ever be allowed to live in The White House, or number 10 Downing Street, or any other address where the representatives of separation and disassociated longing, are in occupation of.
But, I do believe in the Village of the Undefended Heart, because I live in it, and I feel myself there, alongside all my known and unknown kin, being fragile and human together.