there is a small, wise, child in my chest.
she speaks of things i have tried to hide from mature adults.
there insecurity incapable of holding her.
there pulsating urge to dominate and dictate.
she has seen this in herself, too.
the need to be seen as bigger then, better then
the need to be seen as bigger, more beautiful, more brilliant.
the result of all of our oppression.
she does not want to take this from them.
she just wants to leave eden.
this mental prison
comparison.
competition.
she says
there is no authority.
no hierarchy.
teaching, and learning, is always in unison.
merged, and together.
I cannot learn without teaching,
I cannot teach without learning.
these things do not contradict
they are not opposites
there is already a merge in the split of consiousness.
it isn’t a line, a ladder, linear
it is a circle
she says…
there is only
relationship.
always
just
connection.
she says…
there is no right way
no leader and follower
just
relationship.
she slides down the pyramid with her arms in the air
gleeful joy echoing out of her heart
she says
I am not above
nor below
anyone
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