Wednesday, May 26, 2010
The path is quiet . Nothing stirs . As I move along , my mind wanders. Where ? I'm not sure. Images so fleeting, flash before me, and are gone . I begin to sing . The words , I do not understand,but my spirit feels their power .The sense of soul shattering urgency, as if i cannot sing fast enough .The tears come .Tears of incredible joy , and grieving .Joy for who , and why we are .Grieving for the countless ways in which ," MOTHER EARTH "struggles, and agonizes because of deep, bleeding wounds the world blindly inflicts upon her .
The words are ended , But the brokenness, the horrible wounds fill my mind .I can walk no further .I go to my knees .The tears do not stop .After a long while ,I realize that I fell asleep . Her voice awakened me , and I try to stand .She comes to me and takes my hand .She speaks , "What seems lost , is not ! We will restore and replenish her .Once again ,she will rejoice in her glistening, pure waters; in her pure air , in her pristine forests, and her beautiful meadows .She will rejoice to watch each one of her countless children enjoy fruits of the land , and the seas.
Already the process of her purification has begun .It will be very , very difficult, yet, she will rise again, whole and complete ; and we will celebrate her new birth together .Look beyond the present agony, and behold her as she will be ,,,bright ,shining,alive and filled with inexpressible joy . Focus on her " becoming ", and not on her " Going".
She places her hands on my shoulders. She focuses her eyes on mine .She begins to chant .The ground beneath my feet seems to move . The chanting fades , and the distant drums begins . I try to speak .She smiles knowingly, and whispers , " We will meet very soon, Little Sister." Listen to the song and sleep peacefully .
I find myself standing at the clearing. You walk toward me . raven appears and comes to rest on your shoulder .I reach for your hand . You say , ' Come , it's time to go home ." As your hand touches mine , she begins singing. from somewhere she sings that same haunting song . I look at you and ask if you hear the song , then I realize you are the one singing . I close my eyes . Again , the Earth beneath me moves. I reach again for your hand .
But , I'm alone...drifting with the moving earth ..drifting into a quiet place...Dancingfire