Recently, I have been on the periphery of some drama that got me thinking about the line: “The friend of my friend is not always my friend.”  This morning, I had a conversation with a coworker which made me think of that line again…

In turn, I was reminded of a poem I wrote a few years ago as part of a challenge in an LJ community called Poetry Tag.  The challenge was:

here is something to try- its this word i read in a book-
i donno if its real, but i liked it

topic:
mokita
(new guinea for a truth everyone knows but no one speaks of)

I hadn’t gone back to look up the poem in some time, but in light of today’s conversation, it seemed relevant:

Mokita

The friend of my friend is not always my friend.
The enemy of my friend may mean the world to me.
The enemy of my enemy might not be someone I need to know.
But all of us make the world go round.

Truth is not always spoken.
Lies are not always hurtful.
Words can have many meanings.
Yet, they are ultimately nothing but sound.

A closed fist may be used to help.
An open hand to hurt.
But, the two together can be used to build
A better world on common ground.

Just thought I’d share.

Namaste.