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THANK YOU

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How ’bout getting off of these antibiotics.
How ’bout stopping eating when I’m full up.
How ’bout them transparent dangling carrots! :)
How ’bout that ever elusive kudo.

Thank you India, thank you terror.
Thank you disillusionment.
Thank you frailty, thank you consequence.
Thank you, thank you silence.

How ’bout me not blaming you for everything.
How ’bout me enjoying the moment for once.
How ’bout how good it feels to finally forgive you.
HOw ’bout grieving it all one at a time.

Thank you India, thank you terror.
Thank you disillusionment.
Thank frailty, thank you consequence.
Thank you, thank you silence.

The moment I let go of it
Was the moment I got more than I could handle.
The moment I jumped off of it
Was the moment I touched down.

How ’bout no longer being masochistic.
How ’bout remembering your divinity.
How ’bout unbashedly bawling your eyes out!!
How ’bout not equating death with stopping.

Thank you India, thank you providence.
Thank you disillusionment!
Thank you nothingness, thank you clarity.
Thank you, thank you silence.

Allow me to dream…

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We’d gather around all in a room, fasten our belts, engage in dialogue.
We’d all slow down, rest without guilt, not lie without fear, disagree “sans judgement”.

We would stay and respond and expand and include
And allow and forgive and enjoy and evolve
And discern and inquire and accept and admit
And divulge and open and reach out and speak up.

This is utopia. This is my utopia.
This is my ideal, my end in sight.
Utopia. This is my utopia
This is my nirvana, my ultimate.

We’d open our arms. We’d all jump in.
We’d all coast down into safety nets.

We would share and listen and support and welcome,
Be propelled by passion, not invest in outcomes.
We would breathe and be charmed and amused by difference,
Be gentle and make room for every emotion.

We’d provide forums. We’d all speak out.
We’d all be heard. We’d all feel seen.

We’d rise post-obstacle, more defined more grateful.
We would heal, be humbled and be unstoppable.
We’d hold close and let go. And know when to do which.
we’d release and disarm and stand up and feel safe.

This is utopia. This is my utopia.
This is my ideal, my end in sight.
Utopia. This is my utopia.
This is my nirvana, my ultimate.

Allow me to dream…

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We’d gather around all in a room, fasten our belts, engage in dialogue.
We’d all slow down, rest without guilt, not lie without fear, disagree “sans judgement”.

We would stay and respond and expand and include
And allow and forgive and enjoy and evolve
And discern and inquire and accept and admit
And divulge and open and reach out and speak up.

This is utopia. This is my utopia.
This is my ideal, my end in sight.
Utopia. This is my utopia
This is my nirvana, my ultimate.

We’d open our arms. We’d all jump in.
We’d all coast down into safety nets.

We would share and listen and support and welcome,
Be propelled by passion, not invest in outcomes.
We would breathe and be charmed and amused by difference,
Be gentle and make room for every emotion.

We’d provide forums. We’d all speak out.
We’d all be heard. We’d all feel seen.

We’d rise post-obstacle, more defined more grateful.
We would heal, be humbled and be unstoppable.
We’d hold close and let go. And know when to do which.
We’d release and disarm and stand up and feel safe.

This is utopia. This is my utopia.
This is my ideal, my end in sight.
Utopia. This is my utopia.
This is my nirvana, my ultimate.