Tag Archives: self-realization

Humanity’s Dance

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Humanity’s a
wallflower, sidelined,
waiting for a dance.

Worn shoes, shabby frock,
her sad eyes have seen too much.
“Who would dance with that?”

The crowd parties on,
make-busy taking selfies,
tries to ignore her.

She’s irritating,
that girl waiting for her chance,
hoping for a dance.

Overindulgence,
the laughter now rings hollow,
the clock strikes brittle.

Someone looks over,
overcome by compassion,
can bear it no more.

Extending their hand,
Humanity stands to dance.
(Crowd’s silent snicker.)

Slowly, gracefully,
wisdom learned, eons shine in
Humanity’s moves.

The tired crowd watches,
perhaps there’s something to that
girl who wants to dance.

Mesmerized, new thoughts
energize the soul-weary,
move them to the floor.

Humanity’s dream!
She just wanted the chance to
teach them how to dance.

The Dance, a multiverse haiku © Susan L Hart 2023

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In a World Rearranging

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There are times when the world is rearranging itself. And at times like that, the right words can change the world. ~ Orson Scott Card

What if some of the right words are slipping through the cracks of censorship? How would we know?

And the bigger question for me right now is, do most people even care?

If we as individuals commit to a society where we take responsibility for our own words (that is, we are not going out to willfully hurt others with them), then we and our words will sort themselves out. Do we need “parenting” by an external authority?

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Moonstruck

City

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Can you imagine living in Tokyo? When I think of Japan, I long to see the cherry blossoms in spring… “Patient, nature waits.”

Escape

Beyond the babel,
my bliss, beauty, sacredness,
soul cradled in calm.

Tick-tock Madman

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That round evil man
with his shallow pretty face
leers from my wall.
Cruelly and incessantly,
he chips away at my life
with his sharp little pick-axe.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

My days mete out
in an endless dribble of
tasks and responsibilities,
and he watches me.
Be on time, get it right!
Get up again, do it again.
and again, and again, and again.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

I thought he was my friend
that insidious little man,
Mom said he was!
Just dress for success,
always be on time,
and your life will be right.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Then one day I woke up
and my life felt all wrong.
Where are my dreams
you cunning little man?
You stole them while
I toiled to your

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Oh poacher of my hours!
Is there time for me?
Still hope for me?
The Me you took while
I played by the rules,
always obeying time.

And that smug little man
with his false pretty face
just stares coldly at me
from his unfeeling wall.
Silent he is, but for
the relentless

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

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