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The Convergence of Five Hands: Flowing Past the Hero Trap into Collective Sovereignty

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The Convergence of Five Hands: Flowing Past the Hero Trap into Collective Sovereignty The raiders struck under the dark of the moon, vanishing into the volcanic hills with the entire wealth of the clan. The village youth ran in ten different directions, tiring themselves against the stones, achieving nothing. Five brothers stepped forward—one could hear a reed bend leagues away, one could read the scratch of an ant on bare basalt, one had arms of ironwood, one smelled smoke on the wind, and one held the medicine of mist. Yet, left alone, each brother was entirely helpless against the canyon pass. How many of us in modern life are running ourselves into an early grave trying to be all five brothers at once? We take pride in saying, "I don’t need anybody, " while our physical bodies, our families, and our institutions bleed out in silence. We are living out an exhausting, imported ghost story of solitary grit, convinced that asking for shared labor is an admiss...

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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