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The Time Has Come. Let us Begin to Unchain Her...


There was one star in the midnight sky. It vaguely winked at me as if it were distracted by other things; chaos, wars, murder, greed. I think the heaven’s lookout, this singular star that kept watch through the foggy clouds, appeared to drift closer, a sentry pacing my night. The blessed sentry, the Great Grand-Mother, Life, Love and Truth for all of our nights, seen or unseen.

It’s time they said. (It’s time to begin. It is time to set your beliefs aside and come together in commonality, come together in Love! You must cleanse this world of manmade poisons and begin to care for her shores, her oceans, her forests and sacred lands before her patience snaps in two and she quivers her verse through rock and clay or delivers her message for a boulder to come down calling. She’ll stomach the pain of its healing long before she’ll stomach the pain of humankind’s suicidal journey.)

(Don’t leave out the charade.)

Oh Yes! Let’s play a charade! Let’s act, as if I’m sightless to and unaware of my own exactness!

(Stop your foolishness! There’s no time to play anything but your self!)

The bumbling clowns came in and tumbled their noses out of the wagon of laughter. (She breathes yet! She breathes!) Like a pair of violins would seem to create that just one could not, but would suffice if she had an audience, an audience of lovers, of love and laughter, of glee and wonder, of life eternal.

(Rise up fiddle! Play your rapid fire soliloquy, your piercing gaze that strikes at our curtain.)

The rumble and weeping are almost too much for me to bear! Oh Great Grand-Mother, Great Grand-Father lift me up in my hour of darkness! Do not forsake my foolish spirit, I’ve learned your need, my duty.

(How might I have imagined the mind that I created in you having ever fallen into such idiocy?)


(Silence…)

Why do I march headlong into my own destruction? The vibrations that ease their way through me now are those of an ancient rhythm. A rhythm that’s weaved its way into animal and into animal and into animal and into animal- Stop! Into animal, into animal, into animal, into animal- Stop!

Animal, animal, animal, animal, animal, came the somber echo…

(Shhh… You might wake the night. You might sleep past your casualty, beyond your welcome.)

She could do it you know. She could lift this all away, send it away with exactness, eternal life, memory.

(Silence…)

This is no way to go out, no way to end such a spectacular beginning. It was new, its water sparkling, its shoreline fitting together like a jigsaw puzzle for ages five and God.

(What?)

Let me look at that again…

This is no way to end things, no way to conclude from this point into anything beautiful because humankind’s too busy crafting the next war, the next fix, the next thievery, the next rape, the next hunger, the next slave. …The eartH is my home. The earth is the Heart(H) of Creation.

(Hold on one damned second there! Are you trying to say that we are angels? That the eartH is Heaven?)

Good questions…


© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime


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