change is minor, 
one insignificant moment, 
a collection of forgotten memories, 
a new born sun rising in the east. 
We see change, 
we feel it, 
for it is simple. 
It is our freedom, 
the air of which we breathe, 
not conceived, but eternal. 
Change gives birth to fear, 
but time is a teacher, 
our fear becomes our courage, 
for our greatest hero's are born of fear. 
Like raindrops on windows, 
we are transient and forgettable, 
but our actions are not, 
leaving a mark for others to follow.
Faith guides change, 
without it our actions are but footsteps in the sand. 
Be the change you wish to see, 
we are all given the gift to make change, 
the question is "will you use it?". 

#poetryofchange,   #freedom,  #socialchange,
 

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This is perhaps one of those eternal questions, 
that carries both simplicity and depth of complexity, 
juxtaposed  in attention so bright and dark that emotions explode and identities blur, 
is your belief defined by your role or is your role defined by your belief? 
How does change happen? 
Policy says the policy maker, 
markets says the business manager, 
mass mobilisation says the organiser, 
dialogue says the convener, 
systems change says the academic, 
imagination says the artist, 
invention says the scientist, 
innovation says the technologist, 
investment says the banker, 
design says the architect, 
enlightenment says the spiritual guide, 
rule of law says the lawyer, 
conviction says the leader, 
education says the teacher, 
data says the analyst, 
universal access says the philanthropist, 
healthy choices says the coach, 
awareness says the communicator, 
perspective says the author, 
crisis says the journalist, 
action says the entrepreneur, 
revolution says the activist, 
hope says the dreamer, 
networks says the connector, 
inspiration says the story teller, 
love says the mother, 
aspiration says the father, 
laughter says the child, 
possibility says the youth, 
reflection says the elder, 
and so we ask ourselves where we stand,
where we shine and where we fly. 
We ask whether or not we are defined by the roles we take 
Or the collective outcomes that emerge when our efforts and beliefs collide.
Is it magic or tragic that we disagree? 

Transformation by James Matthews 
I am so sad
I am so mad
Every time I go home .... I think its time to make a change
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