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Sunday Poetic Memories: Where Am I Stuck?

Jamál (Beauty), 14 Asmá’ (Names) 175 B.E. - Sunday, September 2, 2018

Where am I Stuck?

Where am I stuck?
I am stuck midway between
yesterday and tomorrow
pondering the irrationality of war;
pondering the paradox between
supporting troops and writing antiwar poems;
pondering the absurdity
of individual humans
fighting each other because of
color,
religion,
or national origin.

Humanity is a single species
of many colors;
God is a single unknowable essence
with many names
reflected through various religions;
Earth is a single planet
with artificial boundary lines
creating countries
and nations.

Poet's Note: ▶︎

I wrote this on 5 Qudrat 161 B.E. The two inspirations were (1) the question "Where are you stuck?", and (2) meditating on unity.