The Well of Grief - Poem and Image by David Whyte
Dedicated to all those who are grieving today, whether due to natural disaster, unprecented flooding, loss of a loved one, violence, unexpected accident, or despair over our culture or our changing climate. THE WELL OF GRIEF Those who will not slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief, turning down through its black water to the place we cannot breathe, will never know the source from which we drink, the secret water, cold and clear, nor find in the darkness glimmering, the small…
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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
It has shed it coat and gone free,
raw and vulnerable and exposed,
Healing and new growth,
open to Love that will never close...
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.
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.
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.
My thoughts and prayers
Spiral between heaven and earth
Whispering your name
And beseeching your healing.
it's always ourselves we find in the sea. ~ ee cummings