Being lost is progress.

Being lost is progress.

It’s the only way to find our way out.

Losing ourselves to find ourselves.

Irrational or rational

Humanity is lost.

We think we are winning.

We are advancing.

In our arrogance

We are in danger of losing everything.

Stuck in a pandemic of shame, guilt and fear.

How do we exit from this cycle of Hadian dystopia?

Lies lie at the foundation of civilization.

The notion that one nation and one colour has the divine right to decide.

To determine the control of everything.

Over the wondrous diversity of colour and indigeneity.

We are stuck in the rigid archetype of whiteness inside the system.

So what if we had to lose control.

With a playfulness we fall into the cracks of brokenness.

Upsetting the apple cart of the dominant narrative of conquest.

Without repeating its mistakes.

We are an entanglement of our past.

We are stuck in our lies.

We are not born to survive.

We are born to live.

To celebrate our existence as part of a whole.

The jubilation of such a mystery.

We need a new politics.

Not the broken promises of charlatans

Navigating the crossroads of whom I am.

But in respect of the Other.

Shaping our reality together.

As part of Nature.

Not apart from her.

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