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  • The Great Mother Ocean,
    Who birthed us all.
    The sea that calls us back.
    The waves upon placid shores,
    The waves within ourselves.

    Sometimes crashing
    Eating away at our false peace,
    Sometimes soft,
    Soothing our burning sands.

    The great tides, low and high,
    Reflections and expressions,
    Of the symbol of love and madness,
    The moon.

    The crosscurrents of hot and cold,
    Beneath the deceptive calm,
    Sometimes pushing the sinking to shore,
    Sometimes drowning the stone-hearted.

    The end of all rivers, streams, creeks
    From inner pools, violent storms,
    Melting ice, warm summer rains.
    All are fed and feed the great Mother Ocean.

    At the end of the rapids,
    At the end of the falls,
    At the end of the dammed,
    In her there is peace,

    We are more liquid than other.
    As we poison ourselves,
    We poison our Mother Ocean.
    Why do we not listen to our Mother?
  • In the ocean
    A lot goes on beneath your eyes.
    Listen,
    They have clinics there too
    For the insane
    Who persist in saying things like:

    "I am independent from the Sea,
    God is not always around
    Gently
    Pressing against
    My body."

    Hafiz, from: 'The Gift' Translated by Daniel Ladinsky
  • I see the Eucalyptus tree,
    It has shed it coat and gone free,
    raw and vulnerable and exposed,
    Healing and new growth,
    open to Love that will never close...
  • La terre est belle, la terre est reine.
    Le petrole sort de ses arteres.
    Les hommes sont fous, et desesperent.
    Et pourtant, la terre va s en sortir.
    Moins sur est notre avenir.
    La terre est belle, la terre est reine.
  • Mother Earth, in all your woundedness,
    we hear you calling.
    Mother Earth, in all your woundedness,
    we hear your vast power which restores, renews and heals.
    We have punctured you and your thick black blood
    is gushing from that deep wound,
    condemning the beautifully astounding and mystical marine life to a certain death.
    Collectively we allowed devastation of this magnitude.
    Collectively we can wrap you up,
    Sweet Mother, in all our white bandages of love
    and send peace out into the world,
    connect with you and embrace you,
    connect with each other and embrace each other,
    from shore to shore to shore.
    We must heal your waters
    return to you as the waves return to the sand and out again into the darkness.
    See our awesome potential.
    See your awesome potential.
    Sweet Mother, know we are one.
    We are all one.
  • "Anything we destroy leaves its imprint on our own spirit, whether on the personal or cultural level, automatically becoming a future medicine when it emerges into conscious experience" (The Ascent of Humanity, Charles Eisenstein, p. 555).
  • Ojibway Prayer
    by Ojibway (Anonymous) (19th Century) Timeline


    Grandfather,
    Look at our brokenness.
    We know that in all creation
    Only the human family
    Has strayed from the Sacred Way.
    We know that we are the ones
    Who are divided
    And we are the ones
    Who must come back together
    To walk the Sacred Way.
    Grandfather,
    Sacred One,
    Teach us love, compassion, and honor
    That we may heal the earth
    And heal each other.
  • I hold you in my heart.
    My thoughts and prayers
    Spiral between heaven and earth
    Whispering your name
    And beseeching your healing.
  • I wish for meaning that might weave oneself and the world together. I pray for meaning that is not dictated from above the earth, but palpable, embedded, and experienced in daily life. The seeds of this deeper meaning do not spring from an opposition to nature, but instead, takes nature as a source. Not every vestige of meaning is recognizable as thought, but known by those who are earthed and remain so in earthly process. This consciousness must be spoken and re-enacted in ritual. Thank you, Bonnie, for inviting us into this "prayer wall of poetry" and writing. L.
  • whatever we love (like a you or a me)
    it's always ourselves we find in the sea. ~ ee cummings
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