Rebirthing the year
The arbitrary moment in time, assigned
The solar occasion 11 days after Solstice
Fulfilled its part
Ignited micro-galactic threads to pulse illuminations of renewal
Resolutions to try harder do better focus more
But there is no try
No better
No more
There is only: to do.
And there is much to do.
Do, to heal violence
The violent anger in our minds grown from the injustice
Done to self
Done to family
Done to friend
Done to enemy
The violent mudra of our hands
Curled around forms of pernicious perception
See the unfairness
See the pain
See the disease
See the apathy
The violent energy in our motions
The inertia of emotion
Is driven
Driven like massive drills into dense earth
Driven like fast cars on dirt roads
Driven like precision bombs
The explosion is shaking us into bones of remembrance
We remember to look behind
To see the shrapnel; to see the dusty obscurations; to see the tailings in the water
To see there is always something left behind
Remember: look behind to see the years gone by
Look beyond the moment that awakened each lifetime
Look back to find the dog-eared pages
Of the minstrels, healers, teachers, perceivers
They left a code for us to find
Burned into a fence post
Stone cairns on the wayside
Bits of poetry graffiti on the floor of a bus
A moleta left in the middle of nowhere
Footprints painted on walls
Feathers floating all around
Follow them to the wings beating with the wind
Follow the sound in, to find the wings are our own hearts making wind
Beating a rhythm into presence
Echoing through an elemental cavern
Space opening Wisdom’s patient message:
Violence will never end
But action can heal the violence destined to come
Can help suture the wounds created
Can make music of the sounds
Can dance with the inertia
Until it settles down
We can do
This healing is our purpose
The medicine calling within us
It is the gift we came to life with
No preconceived notion needed to be obtained
This action is a movement
Surfing the crest of willing thought
Thought willing to listen through compassion
Through communal-passion
Action happens like a voice singing: “Come Unity!”
Community gathers round the fire
The fire it is our healing
The elements cry out
Their joyful tears, a cleansing blessing
Some prefer the rain, some the fire
We naturally take our positions
And find nothing missing
We were only missing
This moment
Of true renewal