“All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.”
― W.B. Yeats
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standing on the watch towers
we scream our opinion
words laden with hate and fear
black and white
unyielding
fly from our lips
missile like into the dark
weapons of mass destruction
we are vomitus
perhaps hoping that the sheer volume of our polemic
will win the day
words me words
crashing together
tumbling to the ground in a no-person’s land
of hateful rhetoric
and we wonder why we are so empty
we do not fill our empty souls
by projectile hate
or by the consumption of tangible fear
that void within
which causes us so much pain
can only be filled
as we find the Sacred within
and let love and forgiveness seep until
abundance
fills and softens
and calms
and we can once again
see, and feel, and live
compassion and generosity
and we find ourselves
on that middle path
in that middle way
which is love’s extremity
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