What can I do? Will turning off an unnecessary light, or not driving today make a bit of difference as the Earth bleeds from the bottom of the Gulf? I know so many have decided that it's my fault... our fault, those of us "addicted" to oil... so what, besides my deepest prayers, can I do to heal our Great Mother's horrific wound? I simply cannot continue to rage at the true culprits of this catastrophe... I may not know all their names, but I know exactly who and what they represent.
Ancient Eastern masters realized that greed, arrogance and stupidity were the three fundamental poisons that lead to the suffering of the human race. It's amazing how true this still rings in today's world of robber barons and profit-above-all-else corporatocracy, even though we're removed by millenia from the first utterances of their enlightened wisdom.
I've done my utmost to cut greed and its many manifestations out of my life... I continue to work hard so that stupidity or ignorance play no vital role in my daily affairs... but I'm having a bit of trouble with my anger, ultimately the root of arrogance...
So I must turn my rage and frustration into positive, healing energy for the sake of my own well-being and that of my family... but, so much easier said than done.
And through it all I'll just try to hold on tight. I'll hold on tight to my friends and the love that I've found here... I'll hold on tight to my family, doing my best to not spread despair but to shine light. And with humility and sorrow I'll be offering candles and incense to our Great Mother in a constant vigil that may still last for many months...
I'm so deeply sorry, Mother Earth, and from this moment on I vow to protect you to the best of my meager abilities...
An Ocean of Hearts
My ears listening on sunny shores,
Deep into the ocean lye of crying hearts
Softly crashing against eachother and
Washing emotions up onto the sand.
The clapping waters, calling to us
As the ocean roars in it's fury,
Trying to balance her inner self and
Wiping away all memories that curse.
If my love could cure one thing
It would be an ocean of hearts
All wound together as they drown.
My tears falling on sunny shores
Deep into the ocean lye of cried out hearts.
Moving away from the ocean
I'm feeling refined and I bid the sea good night,
As I know its' yearning, hard to confide.
An ocean that's ready to break the cycle,
Hearts already broken like scattered sand.
My heart with grief for the ocean,
The whole world will know
When the aching is gone.
Because the ocean isn't there.
Mandy Williams |
