The Kite of Humanity
There is a long road between what we imagine happening and what it actually happens.
There is a long distance between imagining what it feels like and how it truly feels.
And there is a pretty steep distance between how it burns, frightens and bleeds… and how it is imagined.
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From the trenches of survival —
the howl of pain
echoes…
vibrates,
and reverberates…
only for those who have the ears of the heart open.
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Deaf!
Blind!
Closed!
The echo cannot ascend as a kite
unless —
Felt!
Within,
the very beating of the valves.
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Ascension needs tempo.
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What is humanity ... waiting for?
It's the 3rd Millenium,
already.
And we have, we have failed.
Again!
Big time!
A broken kite.
An echo for humane humanity…
“As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world – that is the myth of the atomic age – as in being able to remake ourselves."
— Ghandi
Copyright@ Ms Shamsia Hassani
"The 1st Afghan female graffiti/street artist."
https://instagram.com/shamsiahassani
www.shamsiahassani.net
I discovered her/ art via Fine Society's Instagram page.
