Your ancestors will rise
In every cell in your body
In shackles and chains
That only you could unlock
With shattered hearts
Only you can mend
With tortured stories of lives gone astray
Only you can rewrite
With buried hatred
Only you can heal
Just waiting for someone to take their hand
And show them there is another way
To soften those moments
Where the darkness forgot
That forgiveness is the path
To redemption.
Of ancient cries amidst war
The desolation and emptiness that only darkness can bring.
You search for souls as your narrative
Weaves its way among ruins and bodies
Whose story becomes imprinted in your own
And within generations not even birthed yet.
You and I were once torn by gunfire and hatred
In another time, another place.
Do you think there are sides to war beyond the veil
Where the light glows?
You are both my comrade and my enemy
As centuries have passed
And our wounds have befriended
A peace deemed by God.
But our minds still want war
And to tear each other’s stories to shreds
So that no one can whisper victory but you.
When you finally cross beyond that veil
You will learn that victory belongs to nobody but
The light you refused to see.
Hearts from a somber and ravaged earth
Waiting for heaven’s staircase to welcome
Any whispers pleading for mercy
So that war takes no more
Souls of children who have yet to birth a voice
Somewhere between freedom and peace
A prayer will know stillness
But at what cost to humanity
Does one more tear even matter to those
Who cannot see beyond darkness?
Keep those prayers afloat in your hearts,
In your dreams,
And one day, perhaps, it will be hatred that will be the illusion
We will awaken from.
Drenched in landscapes of confused memories
Torn between past and present
Lingering moments within the abyss
Ready to jump off the precipice
Hoping to find meaning for suffering long held
In one’s presence of being.
Why can’t you see the signs?
The light that blessed the wound upon its wayward journey.
The life created so that your memories would exist.
The peace that held your hand as you were ready to jump.
The softening of your suffering when you became still.
Don’t be so afraid of letting your wounds heal.
You are most deserving of this grace.
An alchemical opening glistening in the silence
Of this purification between heaven and earth.
What is it that we are frightened of?
An immeasurable euphoria molded by extremes of both heartbreak and joy
In every pearl of water that falls from the sky.
You and me christened by the same moon, the same sun, the same stars
Only to see each other so differently that the gods
Contemplate our sanity at times.
In every raindrop, I will find you my friend.
And you will find me.
Inhale peace from the knowing that we fall from the same heaven
And pilgrimage along the same earth.
The only shelter is one in which we all call home.
Gather the bones of your ancestors my friends. Gently whisper into their ears.
The time has come to be released from their form.
Even in the world of spirit, some still struggle with the darkness. Others still fear the light.
Accompanied by the Divine, you will become master of your own heart as this portal emerges upon us.
A solstice so inviting, the sun and moon weep tears of ecstasy,
The stars surrender to a rhythm only love can create.
We are in a brief moment in time where we can dwell in the house of the gods.
All of us.
Both saint and sinner, equally held by tender mercies of a great compassion we have yet to behold.
It is here the unknown will be known to us.
Where God’s magnificent handiwork upon creation
Will be afforded the indispensable opportunity to forgive one another.
To release each other from the very darkness that brought us to this place.
To release our ancestors from their own fears.
Yes, a brief moment in linear time is upon us my fellow travelers.
We beseech you Solstice, have mercy on us and give us the strength to enter into love unconditionally.
The fires in Maui
The flooding in Libya
Just a few of the tears in our sorrowful tapestry as we wait for more to come.
The earth has become a battlefield and
Death has become a neighbor
Waiting to be recognized with the
Early morning sun only to rest before the rising moon.
We are drenched in the unknown
Not knowing which ancestor to call upon for mercy
Forgetting that our hatred of those who have different wounds
Than us has scorched the earth
Dried her womb of creation
Drained her blood of hope.
We have been given time to remember the valley of God from which we came.
Every angel has shouldered the burden of our mistakes
Has forgiven our trespasses
Has talked with the sun, the moon, the stars
Has begged the earth to forgive us for not understanding what it means to love.
We still have time
To love.
It is a choice.
One that shouldn’t be so difficult to make.
Dehumanization.
So much suffering goes unnoticed or is marginalized. I watch as violence rises within humanity whose moral compass has been challenged by wounds past and present. Bearing witness to our own challenges, not to mention those around us, has become all about survival of the fittest.
Why do we reward the emotionally and spiritually strong and berate those we see as weak?
Why is there a need for separation?
A wound can leave a sense of depersonalization that all of us struggle with. It begs the question, who are we without our wounds?
We tend to isolate in times of weakness but present ourselves when we feel brave.
I see so much separation with our individual and shared suffering. It has an element of dehumanizing us because somewhere in that separation, our unworthiness motivates us to continue to separate even further from ourselves, from each other. Bearing witness for many carries shame, as though a wound becomes a trademark for our life story and survival is a means by which we attach our deepest insecurities to life itself instead of receiving life as a gift.
It takes a lot of inner work to truly see life as a gift and not a race to thrive and rise above suffering.
This competition we have created so that we may live evokes such an emotional and spiritual death, the dehumanization of humanity.
The us vs. them mentality will not help us rise above, but will only compel us to fold inward.
I respect your suffering.
I respect my suffering.
May an inspired peace arise from that space.
There’s this place within us where chaos desperately searches for silence.
Where trauma is recognized on a preverbal level, having occurred transgenerationally.
Where cellular memory works tirelessly to integrate parallel realities and collective wounds.
Where the narratives of our ancestors dwell in our cerebrospinal fluid pulsing to the rhythms of every experience they have ever shared with us.
Where identity and integration become pathways for the validation of thoughts and emotions
We were never allowed to honor.
Not everything is projection.
Perhaps what we call projection is simply a need to feel safe.
An undeniable yearning for the acknowledgement that feeling safe Is a human and spiritual right
Afforded to us as we pass from the womb onto this sacred earth
Carrying our stories in our hearts not to be told through someone else’s experience,
But to be spoken when we do feel safe enough that even the silence can be heard rejoicing.
Waiting for the sun to rise because someone once told you
That fear cannot exist where there is love.
You’ve heard that ego is a poison which treads heavily on
The spiritual path and ridding yourself of this aspect of being
leads to enlightenment.
You’ve been taught that this world is illusion and to practice non-attachment to all things physical.
I don’t remember a time when fear did not exist without love.
When darkness did not acknowledge the light and light learned from the darkness.
When ego did not balance the spirit and the spirit needed ego to grow.
When the physical world was a manifestation of love and creation was not illusion but a gift.
Who was it that claimed to know the perfect path to enlightenment?
Life is an experience and a consciousness..
Steps into your own heart and mind.
The silence will tell you everything you need to know.
The stillness will show you how to embrace it.
The emptiness will teach you how to live it.
