Me, too!!! Seal, Otter and turtle last night:
Mother Ocean's Earth is burning
The heat from beneath Her deep blue floor
Yearning for ascension
Humans blocked it and capped it
Bringing tension to the surface, right to their own door.
Underscore, underscore!
The golden magma is boiling underneath seething waters
The corals coiling on The Great Reefs, Barrior and El Capitan.
Dolphin, Fish and Whales tolling The Bells of Warning
Warming waters. Too fast, vast human flailing
Failing to pay attention setting darkest foils
Accepting Whaling but not hearing The Whaler's wailing
Tearing eyes, deafened ears,
To eerie sights and leering voicings
Fearing the unknown
We have sworn its our own.
We don't own it.
Our Mother owns us.
We're on loan
So is Her Home.
So is His Sky.
Ask The Whalers of the Makah Nations why.
Why we are so prone to cry
When we don't even try
To change ourselves.
To being one who is capable of flying higher than any bird.
Our lack of faith
Has shown us this isn't possible.
It is!
We can lift ourselves up to the surface
Like the great forests of kelp.
With the gods help, we've known that ages ago
Without it
We will remain what we are and where we are:
A band of whelping sealion pups
Lost at sea.
Empty oyster shells without any pearls
Twirling uselessly throughout the sands of time
Hurtling insults into outer space
At Creator Godmother's mercy and Creator Grandfather's grace.
Out of sync, out of place!
Pacing ourselves with unnatural rhythms. They can erase us and will if we keep up
Leaving traces of our entrails in The Sand and The Sea
Lonely Sailors Without Sails having known that heartspace where Whales sleep
Look to Father's sky for learning not yearning
If only we let The Whales alone, let them live, set them free
And dare not question why.
Take all the boats we've made to ruin and wreck havoc from out of storage places
Dockings and moo ing spaces unruly lives locked by inner storms
Let us repair our broken rudders, mend our broken sails, change our feeble course, reform the purpose of
Sailing to Nowhere and revise Our Attitude about
Our Mother's intentions.
(As well as our failures and promises.)
Then you can truely call these whalers your sisters and brothers.
If we can do that, The Whaler's Wheel will turn once again
This time, in the right direction
It will send the right message
To the right emotions that will bend with the wind
Giving the gods the knowing that we care.
There's the right key, the right potion, The Original Godly E-Motion: Making amends!
Curing all our ills and ending all the commotion.
Why don't we sing The Whaler's Song:
"Rock of Ages, Cleft for me , watch us sail away with thee."
(Actually that's an old Baptist hymn, slightly re-arranged for winning you over (*S*)
They might take us along, you and me
To a better place
In touch with The Golden Whaler's Wheel
Great Spirit spinning-free.
Aho!