All of these words get tossed around like candy to temporarily appease the deep ache of hunger we all feel for solid footing in the growing chaos of our world.
We cling to, grasp after conspiracy theories to make sense of the nonsense because grieving the magnitude of human cruelty is unfathomable.
We argue vehemently, building life rafts of dogma and righteousness to save us from drowning in the unknown.
We jump into the first shallow puddle of denial we can find to avoid the vast desert of shame that surrounds us and fail miserably to notice that the muddy water we think we are bathing in is actually a mirage and we are just as dusty as our neighbor we thought we left with the blame.
We revel in the relief of being scooped up by gurus who claim to understand and with a trick of breath make us feel as though we belong again, blinding us with their brightness to the siphon tube they are dipping into our own power source to augment their own.
All of this casting about arises from somewhere.
It comes from that place of wisdom within us that says something isn’t right.
It is constantly whispering from the depths, like the yes or no or maybe floating to the window in the 8 ball through the dark liquid.
But we don’t believe the answers are within us. There are too many brighter, shinier, more convincingly loud voices promising us they have the answers we are looking for.
It takes a great deal of tenderness to feel the crust of dried tears surrounding our eyes, the gloppy gel of untouched grief clouding our vision.
We must yawn and sigh and wipe the sleep from our eyes long enough to remember how to weep in order to find our way through the maze of ignored feelings that holds our wisdom locked away, like a lost treasure.
We must find the map to that treasure amidst the broken landscape of our body, marked by our pain points, injuries, and trembling insecurities.
We must find the courage to question the safety of the well paved road stretching out before us by recognizing those stones lining the path as the actual bones of those who fell cruelly at the hands of all who made it beyond this point.
We must question the promise of the promised land that demands we disregard the cries of those who can still feel the pain of the path of death and self destruction we blindly walk.
We must unplug ourselves from the intravenous feed of glittering lies that makes this wasteland appear desirable.
The lies that tell us our bodies are shameful and deserve to be ignored
That our logical thinking minds are the only sources of answers and truth
That the source of life, the womb, deserves no space or time or reverence or tending
That all living things are just there for our endless consumption
That the way to connection is to reach for something far away and separate from this precious Earth
That the divine love we crave is something we don’t really deserve and must repent of our intrinsic evil to receive
When the truth is these lies are the actual evil tricking us into believing
That Divine love is somewhere else besides right here inside our own hearts, our own wombs
Our own Mother’s Womb
Our precious Mother Earth who nurtures us tirelessly
Until she is too tired and can’t help but burn and erupt
And weep hurricanes
To sooth the pain we have caused her
Not because we are intrinsically evil
But because we are growing through the same process of every organism of life
That must learn the value of cooperation
By almost over consuming itself to death
So here we are at the brink of waking
To the lesson every microbe in our bodies already knows
How much closer to extinction will we step
Before listening to the cries of the water protectors?
Before agreeing to spare the essential beauty of the old growth forest temples from the clear cutting operations of human greed?
Before finally dropping the facade of entitlement and holding the emptiness inside with reverence instead of trying to fill it up with manufactured things?
Must we face our own death to rediscover the clear basic truths of life?
Earth, Air, Fire, Water, and Spirit?
Or can we simply return to the temple gates
The portal between life and death
Within our own bodies
And kneel in reverence
To the whispering wisdom of our wombs
Letting it shake us free from the lies that have blinded us
Letting the wailing and moaning of our grief
Cleanse our hearts of the sorrow and shame
Letting the treasures hidden in our emotions be revealed
Letting the divine spark at the nucleus of every cell
Ignite our inner wisdom once more
Letting the dams break
The forests grow wild
The animals reclaim their habitats
The rivers flow clear and free
The wind howl through the canyons
And the song of clarity, purpose, and passion
Find its way back to our throats
From where it has been hiding
Behind the quick of our blood
Where all of life begins
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