Sometimes I play the metaphysical piano, My cosmic fingers dancing across the strings of energy that connect the sun, the stars, and my human self, The past, the present, and the future, Or maybe it’s more like a metaphysical violin, For I do not strike the strings with a hammer so much as caress them with the resonance that comes from my own deepest desires, longings, losses, and loves   Sometimes I am a spider sitting on the web of energies that connect all of existence, And I feel the vibrations from very far away, I don’t know where they’re coming from or why, But I can feel the clicking of the wheels of time turning and turning until they reach a new position And I know everything is about to change again As what was lined up becomes disarranged And what will be comes into alignment, And though I feel all of this vibrating through my own self, I cannot tell what is going to be lost Or what is going to become   Those who say we create our own reality are not exactly...

  Have we really come so far? Are we really enlightened? Have we truly moved beyond the days when we would go to war against those who didn’t look like us, And burn someone at the stake for not believing as we do? Or has it just gone underground, Subtle systemic oppression, Wherein we devalue and destroy those who cause discomfort or cognitive dissonance For the people in power, Those who easily fit into the mainstream?   Some people think the way to overcome oppression Is to change the mainstream, Give a voice to the voiceless and take the power from the powerful To share with the oppressed, But this doesn’t change anything, Doesn’t alter the fact That we still have one central group deciding what is and is not valuable, Who is or is not valuable…   I think the only way to overcome oppression for good, To actually eliminate it instead of simply Altering its form or hiding it under the niceties of politeness and political correctness Is to stop valuing only certain appear...