Insignificant

Relentless, this auction of hope I seek,

Silent and faceless, this passion to unfold this truth must speak,

Though broken and blatantly bitter, unbecomingly weak and statistically bleek,

Despite it, regardless,

The Spirt, the Soul, the Poet, His Goal, the universe, its role, reality and its mould,

Yields too, as this truth must unfold,

That deep in the frozen forestry of our universal dreams,

I awaken the cold cave imprisoned spark of “the insignificant”

The insignificant, the insignificant, the rise, rule and reign of “the significant”

It’s the unheard and unspoken bible verse of our schizophrenic inhumanity,

It’s the politically drugged, and socially drowned legitimacy of our denied dependency,

To all but practice the master art of our own inquisition, our self-inquisition to be all significant, but yet insignificant,

And so, unfold The Beauty, The Power, The Irony and irreducibly complexity of being insignificant;

For it’s the golden root, where lies the hand and key opening the stubborn doors towards an everyday all-consuming purpose, for true greatness lies in being insignificantly significant.

To be present even especially when all deem you absent,

To remember what should only be forgotten,

To be moved and touched by that which must never be allowed to matter,

To listen and laugh, to seek and be found, to live and to die, for those “insignificant” ones,

To appear and disappear like a body taking the invisible bullets of our silent pain,

To be the all needed bailout for our broken and bankrupt economy of genuine kindness,

In all to be a Grace, the all needed Grace,

The grace to wake everyone morning living and doing all the ordinary simple everyday stuff,

Stuff that appears to be insignificant,

Yet in doing it, wielding the true power to bring about significant change.