We have such trouble with separation of church and state
When I listen to the news these days
I’m crying out for a separation of state and science!
Their war on science is a well-planned campaign of ignorance that is being imposed on the American public.
How can these poli-trick-cians waste their breathe and our money
While our future is divided between drying up, icing over, and eroding away
In the floods of our developed apathy
Get ready, we are entering the era to be known as:
The Age of Emergency
In a State of Emergency, We must find in ourselves the gateway to healing…
Cali’s facing the worst drought in 5 centuries,
Philly hasn’t had a winter like this since 1884
How many 100s of 1000s of people have had ice storms cut their power
From North to South
Storms, lack thereof, and environmental disasters have been terrorizing the nation
And some California big mouth gonna claim
The people are thirsty because the Act to protect endangered species is to blame
For allocating water to be left in the river for the trout
Like water is for man alone
Who would not be clinging to the concrete construction of tyrannical hurt
If it wasn’t for the fish that sustained the progressions of the people
That fish fertilized the forest from the very first
That lived its life and blessed the future with its decay
So take the river fully from the fish, grow the fish on a factory farm
Feeding them on the industrial wasteland while we waste away
On the genetically violated,
Chemically-enhanced and immune-deficiency created ways
Of the corporate regime that abides by theoretic fallacies
That pay to influence legislated policies
That are driving us faster and faster into a deep State of Emergency
Forcing governments to appease suffering people that have long been forced into
Sedentary ignorance of our original abilities to abide times such as these
When we would move with the seasons
Or have more freedom to resettle in a new place
Now we spend money to rebuild the only places we have left
In the same ways that crumbled away like the storm will never come back
Like the waters we contaminate will be cleansed with industrial treatment
Like water has a strictly human relationship
And humanity can solely control it
But when did the godless decide man was omnipotent
For only the decimation of caring collaborative, cooperative and creative spirit
Could foster these rumors, feuds and violent nonsense
That keeps us from coming together to build imperfect perfection
From finding in each other the innate gifts and honed skills
That only the opportunity guided by great need could call up to surface
The incredible presence we have to bring.
May the tides continue rising
May we begin to listen,
To hear beyond the shells of our calcified comfort zones and insecure bomb shelters
Of our historic canons pompous misdirecting
To find the talents of our ancestors are just beneath the surface
Still pulsing like rivers full of fish that fed their bodies or spiritual dreaming,
Fed the bears and birds and forest full of diversity
That made a living tapestry adding rich embroidery to our personal stories
May the tides continue to activate the conscious seeking the love of creation
Until there are billions of spirits
All together rising
Up up up
With the spirit of a dance
That knows only our need
Is to be freed from the violence of this devastating inconvenience
That has been driving our psychological reflection
Of brutal terrorization
May billions Rise and pull more heartstrings into this harmonic recapitulation
May we be called out of this tragic apathetic trance
May we be moved to Dance Dance Dance
Dance and end the violence!
The violence done to sisters, Mother, daughters,
The violence that denies the gifts of the feminine divinely contained in everything
The violence echoing retribution throughout ages
Where generations have come and gone, all war-torn without relief
Believing masculinity could be found in such acts of brutality
The violent reaction of anger born of the fear of being rejected and misunderstood
Has rippled out to form homogenized societies that cannot bear the burden of the
Miraculous and unique, the transformational spirits that rattle us out of stagnant routine
To remind us that life itself is the purpose of living
Our personal progression is the greatest journey worth discovering
And this earthly diversity, both cultural and biological
Add flavor, flare, color, and mystery to a plot-line that would otherwise be unbearably boring.
May we dance together, far and wide
Far from yet still a part, participating, in something greater than self.
Our undulations are a cosmic heart pumping life into the river of love.
And that dance can bring a rain to wash away all this heavy sludge,
But we have to be willing to budge
When it comes.
