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Written: July 05, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
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“Fall seven times and stand up eight.” — old proverb
“If the wind will not serve, take the oars.” — Latin proverb
“Life is 10 percent what happens to me
and 90 percent of how I react to it.” — Charles Swindoll
“Nothing is impossible, the word itself says,
‘I’m possible!’ ” — Audrey Hepburn
“You can never cross the ocean until
you dare to lose sight of the shore.” — Christopher Columbus
Lanterns Borrowed from the Wise
There are evenings when courage burns low,
when doubt arrives like winter snow;
then borrowed words begin to gleam,
rekindling hope where fears scream.
We hear the ancient counsel call:
"Fall seven times and stand up eight."
The heart obeys that quiet fate;
its fractured rhythm learns once more
to rise like tides against the shore.
When tempests gather, fierce and wild,
and every prayer seems unreconciled,
the old Latin voice becomes our guide:
"If the wind will not serve, take the oars."
So hands discover hidden might,
and rowing turns the dark to light;
the sea may test each fragile breath,
yet purpose rows beyond its depth.
Then comes a gentler reckoning:
"Life is 10 percent what happens to me
and 90 percent of how I react to it."
The numbers bloom beyond the page;
they measure neither years nor age,
but how the soul, though bruised and worn,
chooses hope instead of scorn.
And when the summit hides in cloud,
its silence heavy, cold, and proud,
another voice begins to smile:
"Nothing is impossible,
the word itself says, 'I'm possible!'"
The syllables unlock the sky;
they teach reluctant wings to fly.
Across the waves another calls:
"You can never cross the ocean
until you dare to lose sight of the shore."
The beach fades, but faith grows,
Tomorrow awaits with full glows.
Let these proverbs glow sweetly,
Like constellations, we line up neatly.
Not printed pages of artifacts,
But living stars for every fact.
And I will leave one light with you:
Seek the quiet inside when the dark winds blow,
For the deepest of rivers are silent below.
Do not anchor your heart to the shadows you pass;
Write your fears in sand, write your triumphs in glass.
There is a grosser I often chat with, on my way from work,
a veteran with tales of the long war, and his own heroics of ferrying food to the front and
carrying the wounded on the stretcher, drenched in blood, until a nerve bomb knocked him unconscious for months.
But when the American and Israeli bombs started turning our city block into an inferno,
he rushed to a hiding but kept the store open with a sign that read, take what you like, pay later. War discount ten percent.
This is a city of courage,
a haven from fear,
a warrior city,
unreconciled to humiliation and defeat,
a sanctuary of faith,
a mosaic of independent wills to resist.
When holistic
interdependent
sacred
joyfully compassionate Earth integrity
remains EarthTribe's primal vision,
polycultural meaning,
panentheistic networking purpose,
reconciling win/win peak experiences,
Then past win/lose unreconciled dark histories
remain our potential win/win
co-messianic challenge
To not settle too quickly
comfortably
into agreeing to disagree,
continuing autonomous
individual ego-supremacist perspectives
long familiar with "just us tribal folks"
truly
and fairly
seek resilient redemption
from those other
unenlightened past oppressors
colonizers
dividers
bullies
predators.
To openly
holistically
systemically repair disuniting trauma,
to actively reweave reconciling therapies,
to reconnect
to re-ligion
what monotheistic
monopolizing
monoculturing
capitalizing Truth
patriarchal Adoration
has blown apart
with colonizing dreams of privileged
Divine AnthroSupremacist Paradise...
What this unreconciling timeless form
of unflowing constipation has stolen,
binding LeftBrain stuck on dominance
away from panentheistic Beauty
unveiling Joy
disclosing Win/Win Wonder
CoPassion within EarthTribe's interdependent
RightBrain web
Further opening
stretching Truth/Beauty bipartisan
conserving deductive inductive liberating
bicameral intelligence
still actively reconciling awesome PolyCulturalists,
health wealthing ecotherapists
curiously
inviting evermore widely fertile
and deep nutritional
co-redemption
Inside/Outside
Whole Open Systemic
sacred reconciling
restoring EarthTribal Integrity,
1 Non-0 Zone relationship
out
in
polyculturing MeWe
eternally timeless spaces
of bilaterally echoing
full forward
and empty past time.
Knights of the nebula pond?
Kingdom Gone, return.
Witch and wizard, wave thy wand!
Tamarind taciturn...
Knight errant by lightning struck?
O for help to call!
Cult black magic, I've got truck!
Luck, best drop that ball.
Stuck with indecision?
O plight of prisoner.
Seeress, here is worst vision!
Reality, blur!
Chained atop the atoll wild?
Mother, stillborn child.
Young lovers unreconciled.
Slaughterhouses tiled.
Mild, art thou, O fickle Fate?
Helpful is such hate!
Intellect, be not ingrate!
Gold, go to the gate...
Wait a second, Fortune.
In what hole ought I fill?
Tomb of pharaoh? Trick or tune?
Boon, how to pay bill?
Where then to dig? Why split my wig?
Swine, bequeath to pig!
O dark matter, space is big?
I don't give a fig!
Garden lost from ancient times?
Wind, rattle those chimes.
O for boxes about mimes.
Drop upon, my dimes...
Mariners immemorial?
Land ho? Not just yet.
Ergo, editorial?
Poisonous thy pet.
Forget? O river Lethe, thy sheath!
Belladonna, bequeath?
Mistletoe, art best in wreath?
Hollyhock, thy heath...
I dripped between the cracks
Of my own convoluted mind
fearful and excited at the same time
Wandering in the small large spaces
Wondering what I might find
Searching for sharp barbed tiny bits
Those unreconciled "it's"
All the things I thought were the pits
The words that made me feel like the shits
You may try and see
the me
the he
the one who wants to be
More filled
Less empty
Fully engaged and free
More noteworthy
A symphony
Less occupied
More open and kind
Instead my thinking and blinking never quits
Why do I spend so much time doing this
While others seem so contented in their bliss
I sit in a black ink colored shadows
instead of enjoying my lover's kiss
Looking for the unknown underlined
Intertwined with the unkind
The visions of one metaphorically blind
caught behind
The veil of my mind
The answers
The Consciousness I was seeking
Words I am unable to keep speaking
Yet now I've begun being
Now I'm truly seeing
It's within God that I'm breathing
No longer seething
My heart is calmed
He slows down it's beating
Light within my tiny big spaces
No more sadness
He removes all traces
I now see forever
My mind no longer races
I travel in peace to inner places....
Her current space cannot be traced
exactly how he programmed it
a strategic system of files, unreconciled
feminine frequencies pleading to split
white picket fences, painted in perfect pretenses
circuits circumvent so not to crash
the matrix, masked by flourishing flowers
when does beauty rise from the ash?
opposites attract, so they say
her inner self, silently suffocating
crafted by his cunning conversations,
sudden lightning sparks, blackouts bring
the shattering shock, sending signals, commencing strength
step outside the interchange.
now, wait.
His hold on hold...
and she is safe.
Courage, grit, unwavering faith.
Free to pen a brand-new page.
Why oh why have we become so woke
To the point of companies going near broke,
All for the sake of garnering support
From vocal fringes, then quietly rushing to abort.
Is the effort worth the prize
Pandering to an audience that must surely realize
Division is not the path to integration
Empowering voices that just believe in denigration.
Acceptance is rarely mandated or imposed,
It's a result of customs willingly transposed
To reflect a kinder more inclusive world
And in the process eliminating the absurd.
Activism can often be the kernel for steep
Change,
But in the wrong hands is alienating and deranged,
With effects that counter all that would be good
Demeaning the very essence for which they stood.
We the silent throngs just watch and wonder,
What's brought on this wave of mindless thunder,
Strife and upheaval causing nothing but confusion,
Resulting in a world of societal delusion.
Democracy is not another word for anarchy,
Where a vocal few usurp reality for fantasy,
But one of tolerance and communal understanding
To mold a world where actions are outstanding.
Where parent is not set against their child,
Or leaving differing opinions unreconciled,
Where sexuality does not become a sword,
Or Race the blade to cut across the board.
When will politicians and the media say enough,
Accepting that their narrative is huff and gruff,
Full of potholes and dead ends
Turning people into enemies not friends?
Why not allow good sense and wisdom take the stage,
Willing denigrators to turn another page,
Supporting causes that are simply just
Thereby forging a society sure to last.