In the time of Jesus
It was grim
In the time of Rumi
It was pretty tough
Civilization is marked
With centuries of conflict
And horrors unimaginable

No teacher, poet, or wisdom holder
No warrior, guru, or prophet
No holder of what is sacred
Waited for the time of joy
The golden age
To step into their truth
You don’t get to pick the time
The time picks you

If the politics insult you
And threatens to drag us into darkness
Become a love and truth warrior
Rise up into power
And let the politicians and power hungry
Do what they do
You are not defined, nor limited, by them

No teacher, warrior or poet
Waited until a labor government
Or the democratic progressives
Were in power
Before they spoke truth

We cannot wait
You and I cannot wait
For the conditions to be right
Because the conditions are always right.

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