My anger is my power gone awry

It is my aborted fight response
asking for a replay,
it is my soul’s foray
out of freeze mode
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On Earth.
On.
Simple preposition.
Two innocent letters.
And yet.
So much distance between the two words.
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I disconnected from my heart
so I wouldn’t feel the hurt
but it left a gaping hole
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My heart breaks.
Sunflowers against barricades
floral flags of hope and solidarity.
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This is
not a poem
(nor a pipe).
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Space
From here, in this realm beyond form, beyond words, it is clear.
We are the wide-open sky,
rather than the bird beating its wings to pass through. [...]

I long for the day
when I can step into the minefield of your triggers
with open arms,
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I’ve been living from the open wound
old hurts bleeding into my present

pummeled, powerless
at the slightest movement. grasping, scared [...]

I haven’t been able to cobble together three words about the current situation in Israel and Gaza. All I can access is a writhing knot of agony and powerlessness in my stomach and heart. So I’ve decided to share something I wrote 20 years ago about the two months I’d spent in the West Bank late 2002.
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The following are pearls of wisdom I got while hiking the Cinderella trail in Joaquin Miller Park, Oakland, CA. It felt like a metaphoric take on the fairy tale—releasing old [...]