If you make yourself available, if you open your heart;
if you dethrone the multitudinous, ever-loud, and ever-contentious,
and contrasting voices of your kindred blood;
if you leave your safe place and go out and stand in the unsettled expanses just beyond your unquestioned vision;
if you allow your spirit to imbibe, from all the antithesis of you and yours,
the voices that simply speak with no concern to be heard will embrace you.
Then you will feel, then you will grasp, then you will know –
a change rides upon the cusp, can be heard upon the wing.
Not that which the soothsayers intone with alarming tongues,
the tales of cataclysmic shifts of plates, axis-es, and worlds unknown,
nor that which the “-isms” bring with their fists, convictions, and schisms.
No, nothing, but an unyielding, gentle, and unsung reverberation that will forever unsettle our understanding, astound the insular and unbending,
to a reckoning of untold realities.
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