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Green and seeping
Springs of Weeping…..
Green and seeping
Blood from the earth springs true
Oozing and leaking, gushing and bursting
Pushing and slipping through
All the cracks in time
Of containments refined
By the limited sight of the blind
How powerless really are we
No matter what might we seem
To hold
Shaking and waving our hands
Like ancient warrior bands
We troop through the world unknown
In jungles of forces and powers
Surrounded by gales of thunderous tales
And energies we cannot harness
Affrighted each time they arise
And expose our limited eye
Push us effortlessly aside to die
Like bugs on a rotting tree…
Until we can assume our place
As part, not ruler, of this space
Each time they speak, pour out release
We will be chased away…
Somehow, in the turnings of spring we find – great joy and sorrow combined. Mother Nature in some agony of birth aborts us off the ground and reminds us of our place and power – that we walk the surface of her bower, understanding from a limited view, the sky, earth, sea, and where we’re going to. An exercise in humility, reminding us once again of the great powers we live in and among and around. Inspiring fear and awe and wonder at the universe in which we are bound.
Obviously, I cannot speak without giving you poetry, but I trust you have heard my words – and better yet, their spirit.
Weep with me over the pain of the earth, weep with me over the pain of our losses and the horror of realizing our insignificance.
Joy with me over the wonders of what we can accomplish working together.
Intend with me that we learn and gain from the costs paid for us by others….
And keep a watchful heart upon the peoples and earth of Japan.