Re-member
Do you remember when we could fly?
There was once a time when we and the winds were one
as easy as breezing, breathing, believing
just opening to the current's flow
and letting go.
Do you remember when we became dust?
When we drifted from the sky,
with no fear,
with perfect trust,
and settled into our new place as the crust
of a planet emerging through the surging of seas,
preparing a place for the flowers, for the trees,
and for the birds, who remembered,
We were meant to fly.
When our heart is fully open
we span Earth and sky.
Can you remember?
For man now finds himself
a little lower than the angels,
but fathoms lower than the birds.
For it is not our lack of wings
that chains us to an iron core.
Rather, it is the weight of our denial
of our part in the totality,
our zealous clinging
to a corrupted mentality,
in open rebellion
against reality.
How can a dollar make sense
as a means of exchange?
As though the blood that flows in our veins
did not first flow in rivers.
As though our flesh was not first
the clay beneath our feet.
As though the breath in our lungs
was not first breathed by trees.
As though the songs in our mouths
were not first sung by birds,
during that time before words
Can you remember?
Before we split the world
with our forked tongues?
Before we relegated legions
to the lowest of rungs?
Before we worshiped the gods
of a religion of greed,
who justify leaving legions
in need,
by preaching a lie:
That you gotta keep score.
And they preach another lie:
That you gotta have more.
And another lie:
That a man's worth is what he owns.
Now envy and fear eat the marrow
in our bones.
We guard piles of money
with bullets and drones,
crushing lives and homes,
ignoring cries and moans,
blood sacrificed to a god
named Dow Jones.
Can you remember:
There was once a time
when we knew where we belonged
when we sang each other's songs,
before only fractions were reserved for
the working majority,
too desperate and downtrodden to question authority.
Can you remember?
There was once a time
back before ideas of right doing or wrong doing
there were only fields of gold
of the kind no standard can measure
only pure pleasure and being alive
with breath to jive
along with the hive
of humanity
before the insanity
of consumption and vanity.
Can you remember!
There was once a time
back before we so willingly sold and bought
without thought
this illusion of want
of a scarcity so palpably
built upon lies.
Just open your eyes!
Realize
the abundance
WE ARE
the rebirth of the brightest stars.
Remember the womb of our mother,
the sea,
before WE became me and me and me and
ME!
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Now I don't know how this ends.
We'll have to wait and see.
But if we're to have any hope at all,
we must drop the weight
of ME.