adroit non plus

Dear friends,
I have so much I wish to share with each one of you about this journey, outer and inner
the words fail me in attempting to convey Spirit, for that is what the journey's all about
caring less and less about who's right and who's wrong, loses or wins

debates drain me, though not as much as outright confrontations
Listening, yes, always open to your confidences and willing to share my opinion. Yet my own questions and quandaries remain unspoken
I fear you think I have forgotten you. I haven't. In the continuum of moments to exist in, dimensions collapse and expand

I haven't left you

Lately, after many ceremonies, my attention has settled on the matter of rights
no longer in the high-minded philosophical vein of Mill or Aristotle
more in the sense of the stark contrasts that surround us

Shocking as they are

And more so is our ability to pay them little heed
keenly aware, surrounded by the squalor of Mexico, and its riches

I doubt my mind will ever fully grasp what it is to live and die with no concept of rights, human or otherwise

I pray my heart will