Life With Horace

poetry & essays

movement

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I’d rather think of
ripples smoothly curving
from a starting point of action,
than of progress, a patched together
plastic shape, often cloaked in force and
negative pronouncements stoked by fear.
movement as the path of thought
takes on the form and palette
of decision, effort made whole
by many different voices,
each at their own beginning,
listening, open, ready for
a mote of truth, floating
weightless in the light,
until in recognition
and with eager hands
they hold it safe,
linked together,
solid in intent,
flowing forward,
enlightenment
made real.

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I’ve been thinking recently about how agreement is achieved, and the difference between change by consensus vs the forward march of progress by decree.

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