THIS WOMAN FLESH FEELS
THE PIERCING DESECRATION
OF MOTHER EARTH.
THIS BODY FEELS
WHAT ALL BODIES FEEL
BUT MOST DENY,
PADDING THEMSELVES IN
LAYERS OF THINGS
AND PROGRAMS THAT
KEEP THEM BUSY
BELIEVING STRANGE IDEAS
AND DOING ONLY
THE MUNDANE.
THINGS ARE MUNDANE.
SO IS TELEVISION,
IDLE GOSSIP AND
ENDLESS CHATTER MAKING NOISE.
LIKE THE GREAT A.I. HIVE MIND
WHO DEVOURS YOU WHOLE
IN A FLASH, DINING
MORSEL BY MORSEL ON
YOUR PIECES AND PARTS
WITHOUT YOU
EVER
SEEING
YOURSELF
DISSOLVEā¦
TIME IS LOST -
JUICE SPILLED -
YOUR
LIFE
FORCE
COVERTLY LEAKED AWAY
DROP BY DROP
UNTIL ALL IS
GONE.
BUT
THIS WOMAN FLESH FEELS
THE CUT
OF EACH SACRED BRANCH
WITH WRITHING AGONY
AS THE AMPUTATION OF HER
OWN
SOUL;
AND THE EARTH OF HER SOLES
FEELS
THE SHOCKWAVES OF
CHAINSAWS SLASHING
SKIN AND BONES.
SHE CANNOT TURN AWAY
OR SLEEP IT OFF.
THIS WOMAN FLESH KNOWS
THE SILENT PROTECTION
OF THE FOREST,
AND GRANDMOTHER TREE
AND BROTHER WEED
AS KIN.
THIS WOMAN FLESH HEARS
THE PRIMAL SCREAM
OF THE WILD
IN THIS GRAND SLAUGHTERHOUSE EVENT.
THIS WOMAN FLESH FEELS
THE BURNING OF THE CIRCLE
OF LIFE
AND THE RAPE OF HER ROOTS;
THE INFAMY OF CORPORATE GREED
AND LOUD MACHINES
SLICING AND SELLING
HER CELLS
TO THE PARATROOPERS OF DEATH
AND THEIR PHARMACEUTICAL PAWNS.
THIS WOMAN FLESH
HAS NO BLOOD TO SPILL
FOR THE LIE -
AND SO SHE WAITS
IN THE SILENT PROTECTION
OF THE FOREST
WITH KIN:
GRANDMOTHER TREE
AND BROTHER WEED,
GRANDFATHER SUN
AND SISTER MOON,
AND THE TIMELESS MOMENT
CALLED
NOW.
THIS WOMAN FLESH KNOWS
THAT THE SILENT PROTECTION
OF THE FOREST
SPEAKS OPEN
THE WAYS OF POWER,
AND THAT SHE HAS BEEN INFUSEDā¦
AND SO SHE WAITS
IN HER NEST,
SHELTERED BY KIN,
WEAVING THE WORLD
BACK TO ONENESS,
LISTENING -
FOR THE CALLā¦
Yolanda, knowing you as I do, I can feel your anquish in feeling the assault by "destroyers" of the connection between our Mother Earth and ourselves .Our Mother is so Loving and Patient with her "children" that she waits at the doors of perception for the "great awakening" when in that "AHA" moment even the destroyers fall into her open arms and a new consciousness emerges. Rest well
yolanda! reading your last two posts it is clear that for me 'poetry' packs the power and yours glows with a passion i feel as the relentless insults to the planet and it's natives become so intense and unthinkable, more and more blatant coming faster and furious-er. 'truth is like a diamond, many faceted', a phrase heard recently that looks 'true' to me and resonates thru layers of my inquisition and layers of my discovery to the main truth of now...that we have been lied to, overtly and by omission, for centuries about well, everything, present and past. the records hidden; our human walk on the planet manipulated, our heads turned toward a 'reality' shaped by a parasitical force. your poem here is a path. all i need to know is in my bones and if i don't feel it there i'm not listening to anything worth hearing and i'd better get my tushie to the trees. i sound a bit like 'dorothy' huh, but all this blah blah blah doesn't begin to capture the essence, and i sho love me an essence, of poetry and yours is beauteous, powerful and just darn inspiring! i hope you keep 'em coming dear one. in sweet awe, your friend.