That part of us caged and contrived.
That part of us, compensated – that forgot how to be really free and wild, denying this luxury to all we touch.
That part of us we were taught to fear and never fully own. Till its expression comes out all wrong – backfired, tainted, foul and cancerous.
The excessive ego, screaming for recognition in the unsung crush of billions of humanity.
That compensated part, that seeks justification in excess on the backs of innocents.
We bid these beings the gift of helping us find that infantile and contriving part. Freedom only found when we are willing to sever our unweaned and contriving ways.
To free the backs of those we choke with bridled and saddles ways.
To stand and move from a centered place, of self carriage and on our own two feet.
One where contriving opposable thumbs, harsh hands and fists have no place.
A new balance found, one Ancient in its ways.
A healing grace freed land and beings embrace.
The manipulations of confinement, coercion with food, retaliation have no place.