the world is mapped; now every inch is known.
turn where we will, there’s no discovery:
the hidden lays revealed for all to see,
with satellites big-brothering us all.
the morning comes, alone here, on the beach,
the waves don’t know the century or year;
the sand feels as it did beneath bare feet,
and where the boat is left it calmly waits.
this place is known but not yet known to me –
no, named-and-sorted’s not the same as known –
we must unmap to know, to feel a place:
and not mistake the symbol for the thing
have pity on the poor, the weak, the sick:
show kindness where you can, and be the truth,
the truth that is the marvel we can be
unmapping the humane that’s trapped
inside
humanity
“and where the boat is left it calmly waits.” this half of a thought made my heart still. I’m in love with this creation, as I, with much bias, hope the rest of our world consciously will be some day. ♥ Thank you.
“unmapping the humane that’s trapped
inside
humanity”
This is beautiful.