We are:
falling raindrops
drifting snowflakes
crystals of ice
Alone:
insignificant
small
powerless
Together:
an ocean, carving the earth
an avalanche, felling all in our path
a glacier, grinding stones to dust
We do not have this power
We are this power
Do not give it
to those whose thirst
exceeds their capacity
to care
We are
k
Unraveling Time
Desert Wind
Ploughman's Son
Ploughman King
The Year the Cloud Fell
The Spirit of Thunder
Shadow of the Storm
The Cry of the Wind
Beneath a Wounded Sky
Cryptogenesis: A Memoir
Kurt R.A. Giambastiani 
I love the sonics of this read aloud. Hats off to you! 🐱
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This one I didn’t read out much before posting. I think it’s open to different rhythms and oration techniques. What sounds resonated (no pun intended) with you?
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a glacier, grinding stones to dust
That line in particular.
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Some beautiful and needed at-one-ment wisdom, my friend!
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I’ve been digging my way out of a ten-day bout of the blues. Thinking of the larger picture usually helps.
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I like the poem.
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Thanks!
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