it is april now
fallen leaves have become soil for the buds, small still
spring - again and we are here
earth:
there are so many tears that can be shed for your loss
my tears fall for the pain you endure continuously
how do i cry the cries for you?
i am but one lonely soul
where does the hurt go?
back to the abyss
earth: you are still here for us
i sing in wails and cry for fairie tales untouched
the indigenous peoples hold the ocean of wisdom, a sky of knowledge, and infinite heart
shhhhh...closer, be still
listen to the elements, the plants, herbs,
listen to the animals, the spirits and to our ancestors
watch the way a fern unfurls in the spring
feel the way the moss grows on the tree
smell the ground before the rain
notice the moon wax
and experience the pull of the tides on your body, here
blood - life - water - roots:
sing to me so that i may be humble again and learn from your simple knowing
that you exist only to exist
that you melt away into the still nothingness
which is where i will return to too
someday
Emmy,
ReplyDeleteBoooo. I wish I was there with you so that we could walk around the neighborhood and pick up garbage, or so that we could start a recycling business and at least make it seem like we have a little more control over this abuse. You are my sweet pea, and although you are sad, it makes me happy that you feel so fully.
xoxoxo
Emmy G.