Advocation

The protector in me has become less inclined to speak on moral as the years have gone by.

She's fought for what she's believed to be right, seeing things firmly in black vs. white.

Yet, as life’s lessons have lessened her angst, she's found herself living in variants of grey.

Her perspectives have shifted, she isn't the same, her need for world change is a simmering fade.

Accepting what is, as perfectly aligned, to collective unfolding, across space and time, is now the predominant posture of mind, as she's realized everything is divine.

There is no separation and despite interpretation I have no hesitation to say that we are the same.

We are simply expressions of one ultimate truth, experiencing itself as a me and a you.

So really there is no "should" or "must" do, there is only a choice we eventually come to.

Life is an illusion and I know the confusion when we’re victim to power succumbed to delusion.

We ask ourselves "why?", we scream and we cry, we call out for "justice!" on all of the crimes.

But what we fail to see when we fight and debate is we hold within that which we hate.

If "they must pay", as we all like to say, then make no mistake, our payment’s the same.

For I am you and you are me, and though it might seem, there’s no in between.

We are interconnected diversity; we are endless equations sum infinity.