The Inside Outsider

Can you be a stranger in your own home?

Can a stranger come into your deep soul?

Is it possible to become both at once:

Trusted inside, yet still so terrifying outsider?

The one that visited space in-between,

The dear stranger who became so close,

Coming from another unknown world

Full of exciting and intense innovations.

They want to share their innate gifts

On lands of strangers somewhere else.

They co-create with authentic power,

New alchemy of exotic cultures.

It's so much fun to discover the new,

To experience something unknown,

To share our wisdom with purpose,

To reimagine our world together.

There is so much pleasure to connect

With beings conditioned differently,

To see and feel the heart of strangers

With such a curious way of existing.

We become smarter and wiser

When we dare to open the mind,

To listen to the raw truth of another—

This strange stranger, yet insider.

But. We have a big problem there.

It's super fun, but also very scary:

The outsider sees through all our lies

With the transparency of clear water.

This stranger seems to know me

Even better than I know my own self.

I don't want this kind of outsider near

To mirror where I don't yet dare to look.

It's highly uncomfortable and weird

When someone from the far outside

Can feel your deep shame and fears

With intimacy never yet experienced.

They shouldn't know that much.

They shouldn't feel our wounds.

It's so dangerously scary to realize

We are an open book to our strangers.

They have already seen so much more.

Their inner library is diverse in experience.

Outsiders compare to what they’ve loved.

They don't judge what we don't yet know.

Outsider honors the land and community

With even greater care than his own home.

He knows he is still an unwelcomed stranger,

Someone who is not trusted like our own.

A stranger has a very clear disadvantage:

He is a small minority no matter what.

His questioning of our tribal limiting beliefs

Will still feel to us like some sort of attack.

The outsider is deprived of inner power

In the system where he wasn't born.

To learn his ways of true assimilation,

He needed to submit to our bullshit.

It's easy to see the outsider as stupid.

They are just confused and still naive.

We prefer this excuse way better

Than listening to their inner truth.

We have been told for centuries

That outside the stolen lands we got,

People are living in absurd misery—

Entire world is so much worse than us.

We welcome all the new arrivals

With open arms and open heart.

We give them our jobs and freedom.

Why aren't they more grateful to us?

We have enabled them to move inside

Into the territories of their dreams,

To our paradise of modern slaves.

How do they dare to not be happy?

Who do they think they are and where?

The papers don't yet mean approval.

Their face and name give the insight:

They cannot be fully trusted by insiders.

The open policy of diverse inclusion

Is a pretty lie we like telling ourselves.

We thought outsiders are that stupid

To believe we listen to them this way.

And, once again, they are still so angry,

Complaining about racism and violence.

They still don't seem to fully comprehend

They came here, mainly, to empower us.

Nobody cares what they want or need.

They have the privilege to walk this land.

We have already saved them like gods.

They should shut up and pay us back.

We are the owners and the masters

Of the lands we privatized by our force.

We have built empires and civilizations

With the blood of natives in their home.

We suffered very much to survive here

In the wild forest of unknown savages.

Of course, we still feel entitled, proud

To call this place our deserved prize.

We are the most welcoming of strangers,

But they need to know their social place.

In theory, they have same right and law,

But culturally speaking they don't matter.

To become the real insider to our tribe,

They need to learn how to lick our asses,

Obey blindly our authoritative nonsense,

And never dare to evolve beyond slavery.

The outsiders are the resources to us.

We use them exactly like our Nature.

They are just a financial utility to grow

Our economic value despite the damage.

We have entitled ourselves to abuse

Everyone who doesn't belong to our kin.

The supremacy of our ancestral blood

Is more important than respect of others.

It's just common sense, don't you see?

There are the ones on top and some under.

No matter what you believe in your head,

Your power is dependent on what we desire.

The upper is deserved by the right of birth.

You have the privilege to access only lower.

It was your choice to become outsider here,

The dangerous minority we despise and judge.

So, please, know your place and duty.

Sit still and don't talk too much or loudly.

Be forever grateful to us, your saviors,

For the chance we took to own your soul.

No one even seems to care or understand:

This is exactly why we kill each other in wars.

It's a conflict where insiders and outsiders

Are fighting their ideologies with blood.

It's a tribe that wants to possess the other,

Not literally like in our old and dark times.

They want to win in their mental beliefs

That their truth is more honorable or just.

They don't see the diversity as a gift,

A golden opportunity to co-create

A world that is even richer in love,

Even more abundant in health.

They don't understand that innovation

Requires the tension of differentiation.

When strangers come to work together,

They literally co-create endless magic.

And in this conflict of perspectives,

Between native dwellers and newcomers,

We miss the greater truth before us:

We are all outsiders to something more.

For beyond our human tribes and borders,

Beyond our petty claims of possessions,

Lies the realm where we all trespass—

The ancient kingdom of natural order.

This is exactly how the Nature thinks.

She wants to mix and remix all the data.

She is addicted to transform, the change,

By using our diversity as her secret power.

No matter what she does, it's always new.

This is why it is not that smart or healthy

To make children with your own brothers.

This over-repetition will make you weaker.

The same truth applies to our cultures.

The ones who never go explore the new

Are living in their consanguinity of mind,

Indoctrinated prison of the old and dead.

The racist societies will disappear.

It's a natural selection of this world.

Those who live in the same cycles

Will get bored to repeat same mistakes.

The only truth of life is evolution,

No matter how, where and why.

The Nature will always collaborate

With raw chaos to create new form.

She is obsessed about the impossible.

She creates marriages with random stuff.

She is a precise and very clever engineer.

You still don't get her perfect order yet.

Each being in her kingdom has the freedom

To do and be whatever they desire to become.

They can experience any wisdom or pleasure,

But everything is still interconnected with all.

They need each other to be able to advance.

They can't survive without our shared space.

If they don't interact with Nature intimately,

With true respect, they will simply perish.

A tree can be killed by a mushroom,

But, without it, it wouldn't survive either.

Everything is symbiotically interdependent,

The diversity glues the collective together.

Imagine a forest where you kill all the rats.

You might think they are just ugly, useless.

But. Do you realize that your entire ecosystem

Might get extinguished only with this one action?

From despising the stranger in our midst

To disregarding species, we find lesser,

The pattern of exclusion stays the same—

A fatal blindness to our true connection.

There is no mistakes or errors in our Nature.

She doesn't have predictions on her chaos.

She tries what has never been done before

And she observes if it's something worth doing.

She experiments; she doesn't impose the truth.

She trusts her wholistic system to adapt wisely.

She knows how beauty and innocent love flows

In all her creations, and in all her living matter.

She doesn't need your help to choose

How to reprogram her own wild future.

The software she got to spread the Life

Has been in action longer than your mind.

From ancient wisdom to modern arrogance,

Our relationship with her has slowly transformed.

Once we walked humbly upon her sacred ground,

Now we claim dominion with presumptuous hands.

At first you saw her like a generous mother.

You took her resources without any mercy.

You thought everything is already just given

To your selfish, greedy, and immoderate ego.

Now, you understand you must respect her.

Now, you are seriously scared for upcoming.

You become curious of her cyclical wisdom.

You wonder if you've been way too stupid.

Your fear breeds not wisdom but desperation,

This moment of raw clarity quickly corrupted.

Instead of surrender to deeper inner knowing,

You grasp for greater control of her dark soul.

So, you are scared, but you still don't trust her.

You don't see her anymore as your dear mother.

You now believe you are her controlling master,

The savior that must geoengineer her powers.

You are an arrogant and narcissistic fool

To even consider she would obey your will.

She looks at you and dies inside from laughter,

Watching you proudly engage in a war with her.

The Nature made a pact with Life, not you.

She doesn't care if you survive here, or not.

If you become a real danger to the Life itself,

The Nature will take a proper care of you too.

You are yourself the outsider to this world.

You have become ignorantly mean stranger.

You don't hear how Nature speaks the truth.

You have no idea how much she loves you.

You are scared of her even if she feeds you.

You don't trust her even if you are still here.

You still try to overpower her innate wisdom

With your messed-up and so limited ego.

Instead of observing and learning her magic,

You try to show off to her that you are smarter.

Instead of enjoying her abundance and love,

You create scarcity to prove you are stronger.

You have so little esteem from your own peers

That you need to prove your worth elsewhere.

So, you abuse and take advantage of Nature

To prove to the entire world your enoughness.

You quite literally destroy what gives you Life.

You go to work to build factories in our forests.

You pay with your own health and her beauty

To get the glory for your meaningless success.

You still believe your existence is absurd.

You have convinced yourself it's just cruel.

The human nature is what it is, competitive still.

This is enough for you to keep running into a wall.

You craft elaborate explanations for inaction,

Blaming the system for your personal choice.

The story of inherent corruption shields you

From facing the responsibility that's yours alone.

This gives you the reason to be mean as well,

Since revenge seems like a justifiable excuse.

There are those who are way worse than you,

So, you can become the same asshole too.

You don't compare your moral to your dignity.

Your own integrity and quality of inner being

Doesn't seem to have any real significance.

You think a war will make you be loved better.

You can't even imagine a peaceful existence.

You don't even know what it feels to be free.

But you still believe that your ways of doing

Are the best our humanity has found so far.

In thinking ourselves superior to strangers,

In believing we can master the chaos of Nature,

We reveal the same fundamental and naive error:

The illusion of separateness from the whole.

The outsider is merely our hidden reflection,

And Nature is our forgotten original home.

The boundaries we build with such conviction

Are the very walls that keep the Life enslaved.

The very funny and sad wheel of samsara

Turning so fast and so intense sometimes.

We are so addicted to our wounded egos,

Our hearts still don't notice deep irony of love.

Yet even in this dance of fear and pride,

There lives a chance for true reconciliation.

The stranger and the native, human and Earth,

All yearning for the exact same belonging.

Perhaps we're not so different after all—

The outsider, the insider, the natural world.

Each seeking self-reflection in another's eyes,

Each longing for acceptance, love, and home.

The barriers we build are made of smoke,

Dissolving in air when we dare to truly see

That we are all both stranger and family,

Both outsider and essential to the whole.

In this acknowledgement lies our greatest faith:

That we might learn to hold both difference and unity,

To honor boundaries while making them dance,

To love both self and other, human and divine.

This is the tender wisdom awaiting for us all,

Beyond our fears and needs to control the world.

A gentler way of being in authentic relations,

Where every stranger is a friend we've yet to meet.