Sacred Openings : In Honour of Ruth Bader Ginsberg, Supreme Court Justice
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This poem is not about Justice Ginsberg, but I think she would get it....and in part it will explain to you what is left now that she is gone. This is a dangerous moment in human history. Equinox is just some hours away, explains the reference to Equinox you will read here.
To say that the United States is captured and being ravaged by a criminally insance sociopathic administration is the kindest thought I have these days. I wonder why the left is so timid and polite in the face of this tragic and dangerous moment?
When our precious few Angels who carry light to the Earth are all gone, what is left? Look around and answer this question yourself.
(Shadow Land ) ©
The sacred Gateways of Equinox and Solstice are mighty doors
They can be opened with the eight-sided key
That is the only way you can open them and pass through
Everyone is given this key when their bodies arrive on the earth
from the wombs of their mothers.
If you look carefully in the mirror
you will see that this is the truth. It is right there.
No one can pass through for you
A priest cannot do it for you, or a president or a godfather
We pass through one by one
By our own efforts
There are no lines to wait in, no fees to pay,
no permits are required
You are there, or you are not there.
There are no apps for that
There are no discounts.
It requires no technology
not even an education
You do not have to travel to the gateway
You are already there
Billions of human beings live all alone
inside a world with no prince
drifting in a sacred mother shp with no captain
dreamless throughout the night
our churches filled with rage and indifference
our governments stuffing the cash in their pockets
while children without food or hope
cry themselves to sleep
where our elders stand with their hands in their empty pockets
inside a dirty sky, filled with smoke and oil
standing at the shores of the great sea
stinking and burning from the black money
of the paymaster
as birds fall from the sky
and dead sea animals float to the shore
twenty twenty
another gateway in the mystery life of time
the sacred doors broken
closed and deserted
the silence screams
the hard works pays nothing
the food we eat is trucked in
from big steel buildings
the seeds themselves owned by lawyers and empty men
dressed in gold and silver
who looked back to remember
who we were or where we were going
right here where the sun never sets and the moon never rises
the shadows grow longer, and longer still
and no one looks in there
so the shadows grow and grow
my heart was holding a song, so i sang it
my dreams were carrying me, like a great wind
my hands were open and the earth was holding me
i was there looking into the darkness
I was there remembering where I was going
I remembered where I had been
and in the darkness I wept
i have come so far
but nothing has changed
and it is easier and safer to stand still
and not risk moving forward
in case the police decide to shoot me dead
yes my friend
when I look in the eight directions
with my eyes open
my heart beating
my feet on the earth
I pretend to believe we are all good people
we are all doing what we need to do
we have peace in our heart
we are not against the others who are not like us
we hold our families close
yet my eyes cannot close
I cannot stop seeing the shadows growing
I cannot hear
the prayers of god
Turtle Heart
Equinox Mudjeekwas 2020
Pantelleria Island
Italy
