Competition...
...An event in which there are more losers than winners. Otherwise it's not a competition. A society based on competition is therefore primarily a society based on losers.
- John Ralston Saul
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other, doesn't make any sense. - Rumi
...An event in which there are more losers than winners. Otherwise it's not a competition. A society based on competition is therefore primarily a society based on losers.
Last week I posted the poem "Words Are Windows (or They're Walls)", by Ruth Bebermyer. Over the weekend, I diligently worked on the melody and chords for the song I heard in my head, and now I have a song! But the words have changed...
The words you use they sentence me
Judged, convicted, sent away
Before I go I have to know
Is that what you mean to say?
Before I rise to my defense
Before I speak in hurt or fear
Before I build that wall of words
Tell me, did I really hear?
Words are windows, or they’re walls
They sentence us, or set us free
When I speak and when I hear
Let the love light shine through me
There are things I need to say
Things that mean so much to me
If my words don’t make me clear
Will you help me to be free?
If I seem to put you down
If you think I didn’t care
Try to listen through my words
To the feelings that we share
Words are windows, or they’re walls
They sentence us, or set us free
When I speak and when I hear
Let the love light shine through me
When I speak and when I hear
Let the love light shine through me
by Ruth Bebermeyer
I feel so sentenced by your words,
I feel so judged and sent away,
Before I go I’ve got to know
Is that what you mean to say?
Before I rise to my defense,
Before I speak in hurt or fear,
Before I build that wall of words,
Tell me, did I really hear?
Words are windows, or they’re walls,
They sentence us, or set us free.
When I speak and when I hear,
Let the love light shine through me.
There are things I need to say,
Things that mean so much to me,
If my words don’t make me clear,
Will you help me to be free?
If I seemed to put you down,
If you felt I didn’t care,
Try to listen through my words
To the feelings that we share.
When I first read it the other night, I immediately heard it in my head as a song - I can't wait to get my guitar out this evening and put it together.