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Slavery in Humanity
Oil on Canvas
120cmx200cm
Slavery
It is without despair, dismay, and disbelief to find humanity entangling its own
like waves on an ocean, pick up and move, pick up and move
as we continue with our lives, these waves come and those waves go
Humanity remains internally isolated, one by one
every single drop creates this ocean, its waves
remaining unconscious until they see no division
Each drop holds gifts and powers for another,
all it takes is to look into each other’s eyes
recognition that words cannot described
It is unfair to call them blind, for they can see
or mute, for they can speak
or deaf, for they can feel
What they see, they choose not to acknowledge
what they hear, they choose to ignore
when they think, they choose not to speak
For they know in their hearts the truth:
they are the same
glaring of the eyes, a mirror
Enslave another, is enslaving the one
taking anger from self, imposing onto others
enslaving themselves, an unimaginable web
One may be wearing the shackles, while other’s shackles are invisible;
One may have bared the bruises, while other’s bruises are darker blue
Internal bleeding floods the body, creating visible unconsciousness
Walking side by side as we enter side by side, and we will exit side by side
At last back to our ocean, as one
Our irreversible deeds, a nightmare, all was love
For the one who enslaves before being enslaved out of fear or delusion of superiority, is the true slave to personal fears, control, and self. Enslavement in truth is the rejection of one’s own love and divinity. Denial of the one heart, not the one that beats, but the one that pulsates.
-Nancy Abraham