A Vision in Verse
Organisational Visioning. Usually stale, often formulaic, too rigid, too unvisionary.
An attempt at a free-flowing poetic approach. Too romantic? Not rigid enough?
Fear of cynical judgement, self-consciousness, moving past that.
At least it is warm and an attempt at something different. Going with the flaw.
What was your vision of a beautiful world when you were still learning to speak?
Close eyes. Remember. Reimagine the present.
Safety, cuddles, green things to climb on and furry friends to care for?
Space to run, play, experiment & learn?
A bit older. Needing freedom from fear and freedom to choose.
Confronting & healing trauma, past & present, collective, intergenerational & personal.
Learning the meaning of deep systemic, institutional injustice, uprooting it & mashing it like potatoes.
Serving up a sweeter meal, seasoned with fairness & served with tenderness.
Openness, sharing, talking, being vulnerable, honest, brave and not-alone,
Piercing through cynicism and holding onto the aspirations of childhood,
Spaces to play are being bought up, green things to climb on too.
Colonized, Sanitized, Homogenized, Commodified, Gentrified.
Normalising diversity, abnormalising fear of otherness.
Decolonising wealth, deligitimising exploitation, deschooling minds from unchecked traditions.
Refraining from preaching, holding onto humility alongside fierceness for justice.
Extractivism, militarism, racism, classism, imperialism, all the limiting -isms,
Dividing, polarizing no more, instead cultivating cooperative, collective, communal, caring and fearless citizens.
Slowing down the fast paced, competitive and ego driven, burnout mania,
To a slow, harmonious pace. That of an olive tree?
Degrow to regrow.
Heteronormativity, proclivity for binaries
Unhammering those oppressive moulds, reprogramming the narrow-minded ghosts of tradition.
Reactivism, clicktivism, slacktivism, abound,
But the counterparts abound as well, the self-organisers, the rebels, the allies, the nerds, the artists, the hackers, all those seeking some semblance of fairness.
The dinosaurs that cling to power, whiteosaurus, plutosaurus, machosaurus, straightosaurus,
Time for meteoric extinction and cultivation of new forms of democratised giving,
Let’s not confuse plutocracy with philanthropy and philanthropy with real love of mankind.
The world, life and consciousness itself is unfathomably queer, steeped in paradox and uncertainty and
There are too many things to name, ideas, quests, journeys and pursuits,
Perhaps these words give you a taste of who we are and where our heartbeats beat,
Yet no amount of words substitute a real relationship, so let’s meet.
These are simply some of our emergent visions, ever-unfolding and interacting with
The dreams of the little Earthlings who have not yet been taught what to dream.