The first lie is that you have no power.
One person makes a difference.
Ask the king, the tyrant, the despot
Telling you that you have no power.
The first way to win is to convince you of it.
It takes the responsibility of action from you
makes of your bad faith
enabler
fellow traveller
and lays the pathway to your own oppression.
It's hard to stand against the tide.
Hard to accept the answerless questions
knowing that they'll be asked only.
It takes the brighter skies of our minds
the stronger roots into the earth
the whole and perfect belief
that because there is life,
life wishes to be. Can be.
Who picks up each foot, one after another?
Who makes the journey of a thousand miles?
Who pays attention to the ten thousand things?
Who stays their hand in anger
offers it in kindness
chooses the harder path
because an unerring rightness directs them
stronger than a current
a true north from within
of understanding
of respectful awe
that knowledge demands.
It is your hand.
Your foot.
Your voice.
The first.
One amongst many,
each equally powerful
because they have chosen to be.
Eventually, one leaf falls
one drop of rain
one feather of snow,
from such gentle things
come the weight of what is real,
what cannot be resisted.
This is a truth of power.
It is not taken.
It is surrendered.
Hold fast, a moment longer.
Hold fast, the binding moments go
Hold fast until the tempest has abated.