Hieroglyphic Stairway Hieroglyphic Stairway it’s 3:23 in the morning and I’m awake because my great great grandchildren won’t let me sleep my great great grandchildren ask me in dreams what did you do while the planet was plundered? what did you do when the earth was unraveling? surely you did something when the seasons started failing? as the mammals, reptiles, birds were all dying? did you fill the streets with protest when democracy was stolen? what did you do once you knew? I’m riding home on the Colma train I’ve got the voice of the milky way in my dreams I have teams of scientists feeding me data daily and pleading I immediately turn it into poetry I want just this consciousness reached by people in range of secret frequencies contained in my speech I am the desirous earth equidistant to the underworld and the flesh of the stars I am everything already lost the moment the universe turns transparent and all the light shoots through the cosmos I use words to instigate silence I’m a hieroglyphic stairway in a buried Mayan city suddenly exposed by a hurricane a satellite circling earth finding dinosaur bones in the Gobi desert I am telescopes that see back in time I am the precession of the equinoxes, the magnetism of the spiraling sea I’m riding home on the Colma train with the voice of the milky way in my dreams I am myths where violets blossom from blood like dying and rising gods I’m the boundary of time soul encountering soul and tongues of fire it’s 3:23 in the morning and I can’t sleep because my great great grandchildren ask me in dreams what did you do while the earth was unraveling? I want just this consciousness reached by people in range of secret frequencies contained in my speech Drew Dellinger BRIGHT FORTH YOUR LIGHT Bring Forth Your Light It’s when the earth shakes And foundations crumble That our light is called To rise up. It’s when everything falls away And shakes us to the core And awakens all Of our hidden ghosts That we dig deeper to find Once inaccessible strength. It’s in times when division is fierce That we must reach for each other And hold each other much Much tighter. Do not fall away now. This is the time to rise. Your light is being summoned. Your integrity is being tested That it may stand more tall. When everything collapses We must find within us That which is indomitable. Rise, and find the strength in your heart. Rise, and find the strength in each other Burn through your devastation, Make it your fuel. Bring forth your light. Now is not the time To be afraid of the dark. Chelan Harkin excerpt from the kalevala There are mysteries
learned from roadsides Heard from heather Cut from brushwood Crafted from saplings Rubbed from a grass-head Read from a footpath The cold told a tale to me The rain suggested poems Another tale the wind brought The birds added words Tree tops whispered phrases...... posted on social media by Ari Berk From the Kalevala, the national epic poem of Finland
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 The Westray Goddess, the
oldest human form found in Scotland. (Orkney Archipelago)
"We cannot surrender to the doomsday narrative that haunts us because
it serves to make us give up on our dreams, and within our dreams lie the memories of the Earth and our ancestors." Ailton Krenak Ancestral Future land art
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