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Quit Marching Down Dead Roads: The Trap of the Fruitless Tree Look at your daily routine. Look at the calls you answer, the hours you surrender to a corporate logo, the conversations you indulge, and the checks you cash. You are sweating, grinding, and running yourself into an early grave. But when you look up at the branches at the end of your day, what are you actually harvesting? The Wolof elders from Senegal gave us an uncompromising law of nature: "No path leads to a fruitless tree." In the natural order, creation doesn't waste calories. A trail is beaten down into the dirt because generations found food, medicine, and clean water at the end of it. Nobody stomps a highway into the brush just to stare at dead wood. Yet millions of us wake up every single morning, lace up our shoes, and run full-speed down wide, paved boulevards that dead-end at a barren stump. We chase titles that feed our ego while starving our spirit. We maintain loyalty to toxic relationships and p...

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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