I have no desire to inherit the earth.
This
sheepish docility gives me no peace
In
a dog-eat-dog fantasy
Waiting
to pounce with the
Sureness
of sunrise that springs from the east.
Yet
modesty does claim
The
poise of enlightenment,
Tendered
with reticence,
Braced
by a pause,
With
feathers unfettered and
Voice
clear and calm,
Alert
and proficient to
Sidestep
the beast.
But
don’t confuse meekness with
Gestures
of weakness
When
mortals demure from the norm.
You
may be surprised by
The
fire in their eyes
When
the table is set for the feast.
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