Globalization
      Before globalization.
we nested in our small shells
measuring the world by our size
the orbit of our lives
we viewed through a microscope
our interconnectedness was slim
on a human level
our differences wide open
to a vastness we could not scale
our wholeness was scarred
our life lived only in pieces
we clung to known values
like a drowning man to straw
our lives were often devastated
by a single stroke
of death, or other calamities
on our shrinking thresholds
a life beyond ourselves surpassed us
unable to face a maelstrom
with new resolves
and fresh beginnings.
After globalization
Our global perception
like a vast panorama opened
the luxuriance of life
startled us into awakening
our vision of ourselves
grew like our shadows at midday
the potential of our lives
blossomed like a garden in spring
our universe stretched
we shrank into small atoms
our connectedness gave us power
our separateness anchored on self
nothing mattered too much
nor too little, in a wider meaning
of our collective humanity,
ever gathering stones to construct
our individual foibles
dissolved into a bigger cup
we shed our isolation
to enter a global order.[image error]
    
    
    we nested in our small shells
measuring the world by our size
the orbit of our lives
we viewed through a microscope
our interconnectedness was slim
on a human level
our differences wide open
to a vastness we could not scale
our wholeness was scarred
our life lived only in pieces
we clung to known values
like a drowning man to straw
our lives were often devastated
by a single stroke
of death, or other calamities
on our shrinking thresholds
a life beyond ourselves surpassed us
unable to face a maelstrom
with new resolves
and fresh beginnings.
After globalization
Our global perception
like a vast panorama opened
the luxuriance of life
startled us into awakening
our vision of ourselves
grew like our shadows at midday
the potential of our lives
blossomed like a garden in spring
our universe stretched
we shrank into small atoms
our connectedness gave us power
our separateness anchored on self
nothing mattered too much
nor too little, in a wider meaning
of our collective humanity,
ever gathering stones to construct
our individual foibles
dissolved into a bigger cup
we shed our isolation
to enter a global order.[image error]
        Published on May 14, 2009 10:44
    
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