I Am The Watcher And I Have Returned
I BELONG TO THE HUMAN RACE
I AM NOT BLACK, WHITE, BROWN, RED OR YELLOW
I AM HUMAN AND THAT'S ALL I NEED TO BE
AS LONG AS I AM AWARE
THAT THERE ARE THOSE WHO ARE DIFFERENT THAN ME
AND THEY DESERVE RESPECT
NO MATTER WHAT
I wonder if our awareness of Cultural differences has reached the level of unjustified accommodation for people whom, as a matter of historic record have been deprived socially being given various allowances which promote systemic dependence instead of self reliance. By now, it should be painfully obvious that you cannot help someone by doing for them that which they could do for themselves.
The nature of the person on the outside
is usually under the influenced of what's on the inside.
For one person to say to another I love you
That person must first be able to love.
To find a worthwhile person,
We must first view ourselves as worthwhile.
Human potential to rise above circumstances
is limited only by one's perception
The worth of the Human soul is measured only by
the extent of the horizon from view to view.
Never can you see all its aspects at once
As we move through life
we leave a path of things done and undone
The value of our accomplishments is always judged by another after we have passed
For want of concern
on the part of an individual
that could have helped, a child was lost, whenever this happens we collectively suffer the loss
The way we treat our fellow Human Beings
often reflects our feelings about ourselves
How is it that a person can become so involved in a title
that all that person can be is that title
I always thought the person defined the job
not the job defined the person
The time to set priorities
is never in the time of crisis
For when we do
we have a tendency to screw things up
rather fanciful
and in very short order
The most important fact of life
appears to be
What can I do for Me
as opposed to
What can I do for You
To serve mankind unselfishly
with no expectation of return is
far and away
the most rewarding endeavor in which mankind could participate
MASKS
Masks that we play with
what we use to hide
Have an inherent danger
built deep inside
The more we use them
the less we see
then we ask ourselves
how can this be
The more we hide
the less we become
when we deny our identity
we shy from the sun
To undo what we have wrought
requires us to step into the sun
the truth must be told
the fight must be fought
Masks that we play with.
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