Angels from afar
One of my early angels, Kris Linder, who had a profound impact on the course of my life sent me a copy of Haroon Rashid's poem (2019) this week. I am one of the few who has not been exposed to this poem of hope. I understand from some background reading though, that the poem has already traveled the world, and has been translated into multiple languages.
"We fell asleep in one world and woke up in another.
Suddenly Disney is out of magic, Paris is no longer romantic, New York doesn't stand up anymore, The Chinese wall isn't a fortress anymore, and Mecca is empty.
Hugs & kisses suddenly become weapons and not visiting parents and friends becomes an act of love.
Suddenly you realize that power beauty and money are worthless and can’t get you the oxygen you're fighting for.
The world continues its life and it is beautiful. It only puts humans in cages. I think its sending us a message:
You are not necessary. The air, earth, water, and sky without you are fine. When you come back, remember that you are my guests. Not my masters."
As we remember this day of freedom from British rule, let us carry in our hearts the freedom to claim our renewal, transformation and healing from all that binds us.
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