‘La Liberté éclairant le monde’
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
The gentle touch—of skin—brushed-wind—morning stars—and angel’s dust… And! These precious feet-touch—wings-speak—to start another path—leading little ones—to another—precious shore—sustained hope—and—just wishes for a moment—of ‘good day’…Uncertain in world-scream—uncertainties-wide—grief—bowed head—always—certain in—the certainty—of swift chaos—and—tears…And so—no doubt—be found—from ‘cross this sea—travelers see—candles bright—‘cross this night—a coming home-to-us—delight—light shined—‘Welcome’—from windows’ space—of Safe Harbor—not race—just place—to stop—and—stay awhile…
Our People—our many—our injured—our women—our children—our homeless? We are Refugees—the running ones— from—strategic Genocide…White towers—and—meetings—and planning—and—meetings—and planning—and—still we die. And—Still! We are—refugees—of Strategic Genocide—praying—dying—crying—and—again planning—denying—and more Ivory Tower—White-world—meetings…Does anyone require God or Allah or Buddha? No! Only—‘We’ are required to ‘Live’…Be damned—the ‘Rulers-of-Anywhere-of-Anyplace and-of-Anytime’…Not needed—for our blood—to inside flow—where blood belongs—and—to ‘synchronize-in-equivalence’—with—sweet—Earth-spin—and—with-each-other. We are—so many—bodies—Lost-Broken-and-Forgotten. War is now! War is yesterday! War is tomorrow! Today—‘we free-fall’—toward—acceleration—and—annihilation—of—Everyday. And! The Witches of Creations Cry!
Fools and folly—of off-world—stops—our only way—to continue—to—be. Foolish—they—fail to see—their vision—be—a fade—into star-stream—and—moon-dust. They remove—our Love…He looked—up and said—”Scan the sky-sweet baby. Must leave… They will kill you—So somehow—go to them—and you will not die.” She too looked—and—only—saw his face— “Without you, I am dead…Without us—we end. Without you—without me—no Baby—and without—we are…” Ivory Towers—bring—Strategic Death—and Plans—to meet—and—Meetings-to-Plan? Still! Bank wide and Somme River wet—falls—physicals—thousands more—spirits all—stories’ lost—to-be-or-too-lost-to-see—tucked inside—smoke—wiz-bangs—teach—life chokes—barbed wire fears—and—evening tears—‘cross—‘Crimson Fields’—a million—one day long—lives—too precious—too quickly—gone. And! The Witches of Creations Cry!
We began—before the stars—And together we melt—into the mist…”We-Be’—Fire and shadows—‘cross a sky—Colored moons—of blood—of gold—and—simple-songs and thudding drums. Stars ‘light up’—home—and—we move by wind—across this place…In sunlight waves and dancing twists—of silver rain and stretching space—and—ship’s gentle streaks—in skies of grace—with muted voice—and—silent rooms—of—blood touched throat—and—emptied tombs. Bridge walked toward—and—skylight’s scream—by taking flight—and—failing dream. Warming suns—just—days ago—with salted mist—and—taste of tongue—and—passion light—and—times of rain—and—wolf cries shout—of sands and home. Across this universal stretch—window shine—and—candle’s light—and let us touch—another peace—of safety sleep—and— lover’s reach.
‘The Trail of Tears’
“The sunrise above them
As they make their way
In the early morning light
No backward glance
Frightened of tomorrow
On a lonely road
Shrouded in misted rain
The vanquished race
They felt the touch of loneliness
They felt the dread of fear
And found the path of wisdom
Along the trail of tears
So many ways of falling
A thousand barefoot tribes
Who trusted promises
No resting place
March into the wilderness
Time their fate decides
Leaving behind them
Treasures and gold
The sun sets before them
In another land
Withered in spirit
The struggle ends”…By Noel Ó Dúgáin
And! Beautiful you are…
‘Trail of Tears’…by Clannad
Such a timely message and so beautifully expressed. The Witches of Creation cry…
Hi Marissa…Thanks! Wishing you and your family a great weekend…Phil
I really enjoyed this
Thank you 😊
Felt every word
Thank you for sharing
Hi and Thanks! Wishing you a happy Sunday…Phil
Thank you for sharing 😊
A wonderful message conveyed… thanks for sharing… :-)
Hi and Thanks! Wishing you a week of Peace—Love and Happiness…Phil
Across this universal stretch—window shine—and—candle’s light—and let us touch—another peace—of safety sleep—and— lover’s reach.
Hi Georgia…Thanks! Wishing you a week of Love and Peace…Phil
A moving piece.
Hi Kimberly…Thanks! Wishing you—endless days—of Wonder and Love…Phil
Much to think about re: “Strategic Genocide”. Also heartbreaking. You’re right – so many meetings are held, new plans drafted, committees formed… and still people die.
War, it seems, is never out of vogue.
Hi Ruth…Thanks! Wishing you—endless days—of Wonder and Love…Phil
Reblogged this on Ancien Hippie.
Hi Penny…Thanks! Wishing you—endless days—of Wonder and Love…Phil
“universal stretch” – I like that. All the best to you in 2016!
Hi Jo Nell…Thanks! Enjoying your posts and thanks for sharing with us. Wishing you days of Gentle winds—Soft curves and Wonder…Phil
Phillip – Haunting and mesmerizing.
Hi Sheri…Thanks! Wishing you a Wonder—full week…Phil
No words adequately express emotions one feels from the impact of the vibratory essence in your writing, Philip. Heart felt, my friend.
Hi Penny…Thanks! Wishing you a wonder—full weekend…Phil