cleansing fires

Ancestral legacy of battles to survive

Throws us into a trance

As we the descendants navigate this winding pathway

Of remembering and loss

There I was longing for your eyes

Taken away from me so young

Then other mirrors turned away

Too preoccupied with survival

So now if we

Struggle to thrive

Can the mirrors be found

Inside our deepest hearts and minds

Nature is here waiting for us

It is all around us

This vast benevolence

This awe inspiring majesty

Sleeping quietly

Containing and releasing

So much human misery

But when industry cut so much to the ground

While territorial greed stole

Because the wounds of the vanquished became

Cancerous

Then this destructive fire

Scorched all of our souls

Men fighting in wars

Returned with inner scars

Storms inside visited upon the innocent and young

They once were

How could the Goddess not cry

A million tears

That echo down long years

In this our current collective

Dis-ease

Hallowed ground

Became funeral pyre

The bodies piled high

Almost too painful to think of it

Six million dead

In that incineration

Unspoken sorrow lives on

Asking us to question why

And we must find where the true answer

Lies

And now when I think

Of how you longed to dance

And how impossible it became

Then it seems I have so much to dance

For us both

There has to be a way to make meaning

Of all of this suffering

There has to be a way to awaken from this trance

Stop drugging

Numbing and dumbing down

The truth

So our souls can rise renewed

From the cleansing fires