“I’m a ‘blue sky thinker’ and dream big.” (Hilary Knight)

There is only one race — the human race. And we must never give up on our dreams.

WE ARE OF A TRIBE
by Alberto Ríos
We plant seeds in the ground
And dreams in the sky.
Hoping that, someday, the roots of one
Will meet the upstretched limbs of the other.
It has not happened yet.
We are the sky, all of us, the whole world:
Together, we are a tribe of eyes that look upward,
Even as we stand on uncertain ground.
The earth beneath us moves, quiet and wild,
Its boundaries shifting, its muscles wavering.
The dream of sky is indifferent to all this,
Impervious to borders, fences, reservations.
The sky is our common home, the place we all live.
There we are in the world together.
The dream of sky requires no passport.
Blue will not be fenced. Blue will not be a crime.
Look up. Stay awhile. Let your breathing slow.
Know that you always have a home here.

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There’s lots of talk these days about borders, walls, who belongs and who doesn’t. Talk of one color being superior to another, talk of entitlement.
There is selfish indignation that welcoming newcomers will somehow diminish one’s own security and economic opportunities, with worry over being displaced, disregarded, devalued.
This inspiring and life affirming poem is a call to embrace our common humanity, a meditation on creating our own nirvana.
Blue sky = symbol of heaven, divinity, peace, infinite possibilities.
I love the layers of meaning the poet wove into his poem. No one can take away our right or ability to dream. There are no walls big enough to contain human potential or imagination. Above all, there is always hope.
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The lovely and talented Jone MacCulloch is hosting the Roundup at Deo Writer. Zip on over to check out the full menu of poetic goodness being shared around the blogosphere this week. Have a nice weekend!
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Beautiful poem, Jama- I love the conceit of the dreams and seeds meeting together. Thanks for sharing!
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Glad you liked the poem, Matt!
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“Blue will not fenced in. Blue will not be a crime.” The idea that dreams are a crime and can be fenced in. Great poem.
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Thanks for reading, Janice!
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So many beautiful lines in this poem, Jama, and the artwork you chose is a perfect accompaniment.
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Thanks, Laura. Glad you liked the poem and art. 🙂
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This is just gorgeous and thought provoking.
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I love Rios’s work. 🙂
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It was a brilliant move to pair Albertos Rios’s poem with Vladimir Kush’s art (which I wasn’t familiar with until now… I looked up more and WOW.) Both are so richly layered and invite us to dream big. A beautiful, reflective, and thoughtful post, Jama.
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Thanks for the kind words, Michelle. I’m in awe of Kush’s art and was glad to find images that seemed to pair well with Rios’s poem. 🙂
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Here, here..I love that opening “we plant seeds in the ground/dreams in the sky.” There are so many more that are beautiful, too, calling us to dream and to remember that we are together.
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It’s such a beautifully crafted poem.
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The poem reminds me of a mural I took a photo of the other day…two birds in flight holding a banner that says “You Belong Here.” Yes!
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Wow, synchronicity!
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“requires no passport./Blue will not be fenced” Wonder of wonders is the sky. I always love the phrase, “look up, and you will be blessed”. Rios knows that. Thank you, Jama!
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Thanks for sharing, Linda — I love “look up, and you will be blessed”!
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Wow. A stunning poem and accompanying paintings. Alas, I’m feeling a bit blue tonight. I need to look up at the sky. I hope I can see some blue tomorrow. X
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I think many of us have the blues considering what’s been going on in Washington this past week . . .
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“Look up. Stay awhile. Let your breathing slow.” And Vladimir Kush’s soul healing image of sailboats in the sky both breathe of hope and promise. I found out Vladimir Kush lives in paradise… Hawaii–I hope I’ll see it, paint it one day. Thanks for these special gifts Jama, lovely and inspiring!
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I hope you get to visit Hawaii too — lots of natural beauty for you to paint!
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Thank you for the beautiful poem you shared, Jama.
Together, we are a tribe of eyes that look upward,
Even as we stand on uncertain ground.
These lines along with Vladimir Kush’s inspirational artwork allow for us to ponder our collective humanity.
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We need to keep “our common humanity” in mind, especially in these divisive times, when it seems easier to point out our differences rather than what we all share as human beings.
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Perfect poem. Love all the art, too. That Van Gogh…swoon!
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A beautiful post, Jama, and a beautiful poem — both go straight to the heart of our humanity, as does that gorgeous art. This week has left me feeling blue, too, with the events and votes in Washington, but I want to be a blue sky thinker and dream big.
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Right On! Why are there still so many people who don’t get it?
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The first two lines of the poem is so stunning. We need to remember our tribe and hold close! Thank you, Jama.
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