The full picture, the range of emotions shared between two who were strangers, is where you will find the pride and hope of community. Watch the scene develop. Crop the photo properly. Capture the young together bound by victory, but leave out questions from the critique. Those black men are surrounded by crowds of congratulating whites, motivated by what? Victory. Power. And where is the source of the power? Is it played out on the field? What does the power even look like?
Unfortunately the shot of the power was left out of the picture showing greatness and victory. The power lies with those capable of changing glazed eyes to inquisitive.
Our mind's soil suffers from massive deficiencies and opening minds is not an option we all pursue. Motives are not to grow sustainable long limbs that can reach the sun while holding a strong base in the ground, they are to prove myself superior through sheer size. Inevitably we topple. And I blame it on soil?
Caged by a media that stands above us with water in hand. The eyes are so preoccupied with how best to tap the well that the hand misses our bodies entirely.
Freedom lies deeper in our dirt. Roots intertwined we'll share breathes of long glances and even longer meals. Conversations in the dirt will last well beyond the setting of the sun, but will dip into darker places. We need those talks too.
Slowly, even the most modest of us will find health and prosperity in this shared dirt. In the long memories of that deep dirt we will find pain, and entertainment in that pain. Survival requires it. Joy will come when we value the depths of our roots and the flowers stretched open. Then our seeds will fall on better soil.
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