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Check out this episode You were invited to dinner, but the feast is sitting at the very top of a silk-cotton tree. Every time you look up, the host is laughing at your short legs, tossing down fruit skins, and reminding you that the banquet is technically open to anyone who can climb. How many years have you spent staring up at that branch, furious, embarrassed, and trying to learn how to swing from limbs you were never designed to hold? The trap isn’t that the food is out of reach. The trap is that you still believe you need an invitation to eat. When Tortoise finally invited Baboon down to the flat earth, he didn’t use violence, screaming matches, or retaliation. He merely established one non-negotiable rule of the compound: clean hands only at the mat. And Baboon spent the entire evening running back and forth across the soot, washing and re-blackening his paws, trapped inside an environmental loop he couldn't conquer without standing upright. Who programmed the room you are cur...

I am - by Preston J. Harrison

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I am.

I am the native tongue.
I am the brown recluse.
I am the spirit of the slave
with my neck in a noose.

I am a quote from the bible,
the legend of the scroll.
The music in your heart
when you sing from your soul.

I am the favorite son,
a warrior's tattoo.
The benefit of the doubt
when others can't trust you.

I am the dream keeper.
I am the moon's sun,
the hired gun, muted barrel,
I am the chosen one.

I am the brightest day,
and sometimes the darkest night.
I am the wind beneath the wings
when a bird takes flight.

I am the castle and the king,
the drawbridge, the moat,
the canoe in cried-rivers
making sure hope floats.

I am the first kiss, last breath.
I am the rook, the knight, the pawn, the king
in a game of chess.

I am the soul singer.
I am the rhythm and the blues.
I am the first idea
and The Creator's muse.

I am the sunday sermon.
I am the pulpit for the preacher.
I am the choir, prophet, priest
and sunday school teacher.

I am the saint-sinner.
I am the long way home.
I am a shape-shifter.
I am this poet's poem.
I am.

Preston J. Harrison.
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