A Powerless Power

Our understanding of power is so corrupted that we are conditioned to covet a powerlessness that masquerades as power. I don’t see power in white supremacy. I see a lot of smallness. I see a lot of neediness. I see a lot of forfeiting actual power to cling to an idea of power that is anything but powerful.

A few weeks ago I saw Mitt Romney say something along the lines of Republicans weren’t willing to speak up because they wanted to “preserve their power”. What an interesting and telling statement.

Let me make sure I’ve got this straight; people are wiling to abandon themselves, to abandon their values and their voices and their discernment for the idea of something they don’t even have?

How much power do you have if “preserving” that power means silencing yourself. How much power do you have if “preserving” that power means keeping people from voting.

If your power is earned through manipulation and coercion and dishonesty and proximity to something else — if your power is something you must forever fear losing and spend all your time fighting to maintain, then tell me this; do you have any power?

Or did you give it all away?

I understand power to be the strength to remain in alignment with yourself.

I understand power to be the ability to make a choice, regardless of what is before you.

Power isn’t something that can be measured nor is it something that can be forced.

Power is the quiet knowing that who you are is bigger than all of this.

It’s all of us or none of us don’t let them fool you now

They may think that they benefit but go on, tell me how 

When so much of their “power” 

Rests on what we allow 

And the rest of that same power 

On what they falsely disavow