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Must We Forever be, Chained Inextricably, to the Past for all Eternity … “It’s Time to Sing a New Song” – Step 8 begins

“It’s time for America to sing a new song. Our voices sing a chorus of unity. They sing a song of dignity and opportunity. Are y’all ready to add your voice to the new American song? Because I am. So let’s do this.”  – Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter (1981 – ) singer, songwriter speaking at Kamala Harris 30,000 person Tx rally for the 2024 presidential election

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“Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.” (12 & 12, p.166)
THE DILEMMA –
“Why, we cried, shouldn’t bygones be bygones? Why do we have to think of these people at all?” (12 & 12, p. 79)
THE SOLUTION –
“Step Eight is the test of our newfound humility. Our purpose is to achieve freedom from the guilt that we have carried. We want to look the world in the eye with neither aggressiveness nor fear.” (The Basic Text, p. 37)

“When you burn a bridge sometimes — it doesn’t matter if it’s a significant player on a team, especially a significant player like Kobe — you might say let bygones be bygones, (but) there’s always that underlying, ‘Oh, you talked about me.’ Me personally, I don’t think it’ll work out. But who knows? Crazier things have happened.” – Robert Horry (1970 – ) U.S. Laker star basketball player

Beyoncé – Freedom (Homecoming) [LIVE] (2:10)

What elements of your own past have weighed you down, lately?

Dreams Lost In Water :

by Naseer Ahmed Nasir

No distance ever separates

Dreams and desires

No mirror ever dissolves

Reflection and water

In one’s eye

What graph would you make

Of lines of thought?

The triangle of pain

Is without any angle

Countless races

Have dreams alike

But sleep and night-watch

Are never the same!

Names are forgotten

Codes alone come to mind

In nuclear setups

Dreams of radiant generations

Are smitten

By atomic explosions

Cities sink

Nuclei dissipate

Orbits dwindle

What remains

Are terra and sol

In the dance of death

God is a casualty.

A moment of brightness

In a light year

Breaking into smithereens

In a million eons

An accident – yes

But not an event

History is continuity

Broken once

Telescopic eyes, tired out, give up

Their distance watching

Lost planets

Bygone epoches

Have no interposition.

Who will look for

Flowers

In spring-fresh hands

Of tiny tots?

Who will see

Dreams

In eyes-yours and mine

In centuries to be?

No one is sure

Of things lost in water!

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This Post Has 3 Comments

  1. Margot E.

    Another scary Step. I remember some of the wreckage I have created…when I begin this list, other instances will come up – instances I have not wanted to think about. Now, with Higher Power standing with me, I can begin the process of letting go. Amends do not include beating myself up. Making amends means taking action and then letting go. Letting go. Learn and move on.

  2. Slim Jim

    I tray and show my gratitude for those in my life but sometimes it cones out wrong.

  3. easy does it

    Always thinking of how i hurt someone i love greatly snd now wont speak to me. Maybe someday
    i can make amends but still feel …
    Horrible anytime i think of him

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