Two men stand upon My Back facing the day, their conscience and with their faces lifted tearfully to the Sky – One tearfully begs for help and leniency, the other whispers thanks for health and mercy. Earth is where rocks lie silent, rivers run wild and trees grow as they will. Long ago the Ancient Ones understood why the seasons changed; why the shadows faded as night descended and why the rooster crowed before the sunlight washed over My Back. The ancients understood the seasons; that spring meant singing bird’s colorful blossoms and butterflies, green buds, growth and greening, just as they knew the long glorious warm days of summer would slowly ripened grains and grasses, and they watched lush green leaves change as autumn dropped their fiery brilliance to the ground. They appreciated the tiny drops of dew that sparkled like diamonds on vines and grasses as they harvested their crops – which everyone knew must be in before the winter snow – then they waited for winter. Yes the Ancient Ones understood and withstood the seasons and cycles – the upheavals and tempests of nature. Today it seems this is a materialistic place, a netherworld where so many dark and wicked men lie, so many live dark and tortured secret lives and the once sacred is now a place where men torture and torment others with hate filled and hurtful words, a time when rocks are still used as a weapon and rivers run dark and bloody and wild forests are gobbled up by greedy men and whats left goes up in flames. Sacred teachings are given but Man refuses to stand up and stare down bias and bigotry and hate. Intolerance for others abides as a wife is left behind to have a baby while her man armed for slaughter walks the streets and calls for deaths at home - and in faraway lands. This is cruel immoral, and unethical and the rocks the rivers and the trees call for all men to put down their arms and rest once again. Men must see the rivers as they were when the Ancient Ones wandered across My Back; when they heard the earth sing - when they heard My Heartbeat. The Ancient Ones understood the cycle of the sun the moon and stars as they drank fresh clear-clean water and freely ate the grains and fruits; the Ancient Ones were thankful for the bounty of the earth. The rock, the river, the trees do not care about the color of skin of gender or if Deity is worshiped or how or when. As the rock, the river and the trees are free we free to enjoy the heritage of ‘freedom of our own conscience.’ Today we are called to come out of our hiding places -it does not matter what land we call home. Home is that place where our heart is_ that is our sense of place: There is our rock, river and tree. We are called to stand up and be proud of it -- be so proud that we will stand up for what is right, being so proud that we will not go into the street armed leaving our families behind. The rock and river and trees of your country weep. Enough! Do not do this again. Look - look at the blood in the sand - look at that child’s sandal drying in the mud do you smell that stiinking garbage in the dump. Go now and pick up the broken boards and bricks - go now and repair the broken fence. Go now and soothe the broken heart and help rebuild a broken life. The rocks, the rivers and the trees cry out -- Go now. Hear the new song of the rock the river and the trees - go and arm yourself for joy and peace - Please do not bomb My Body again, no-not ever again. Enough is enough! War no more. You and I - the rocks, the river and the trees we are one, we are inner connected and inter-connected to each other, do you not feel our connection? Our hearts are intertwined, as I am in you, you are in me. The Creator calls us ONE: Put aside the sarcastic remarks the hate-filled and hurtful words - put aside the guns and bombs the rocks and sticks.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 03:07:31 +0000
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