Soul Songlines – paths of your soul’s journey in this incarnation.
Let’s find a Way today,
that can take us to tomorrow.
We’ll follow that Way,
A Way like flowing water.
Let’s leave behind,
the things that do not matter.
And we’ll turn our lives,
to a more important chapter.
Let’s take the time and try to find,
what real life has to offer.
And maybe then we’ll find again,
what we had long forgotten.
Like a friend, true ’til the end,
it will help us onward.
The sun is high, the road is wide,
and it starts where we are standing.
No one knows how far it goes,
for the road is never-ending.
It goes away,
beyond what we have thought of.
It flows away,
Away like flowing water.
~ Benjamin Hoff ~
(The Tao of Piglet)
RAGE FOR THE LIGHT
Dreams of Orstraya Outback
And towns like Kalgoorlie, Western Australia,
where once gold fever ran molten along the streets and
where now the gold Super Pit operates 24 hours a day
coughing up the ore of dreams, lost hopes and nightmares.
Where men are men,
and women are skimpy barmaids, topless or in transparent lingerie,
or whores tucked away in Hay Street where you can go
And watch the women sitting in brothel windows.
Kalgoorlie – where the wide streets and heritage hotels
Hide the underbelly of this outback gold-mining town:
where a white man can run over and kill an Aboriginal boy
– Joshua Doughty, 14 –
in a Nissan Navara SUV, because he believed the motorbike
Doughty was riding had been stolen from his home.
A white man gets sentenced to a pathetic three years in jail
by an all-white jury
and may be released just 18 months – 18 measly, pathetic months –
after taking the life of a son, grandson, friend to many,
because he’s got black skin.
That’s what is okay in Kalgoorlie – kill a child because a possession is worth
More than Elijah’s life.
The killer’s not alone in a town notorious for its racism:
A leaflet out the Kalgoorlie train station reads in large, red writing:
“If a thief was to steal my motorbike, I would run him down with my Nissan Navara”.
It then added “cull a thief day, justice is served”.
In this town swirling with the wealth of gold dust, a possession is worth more
Than a child’s life.
A black child’s life, that is.
Goddamn it, that child had the right to a life – to live, to laugh, to play,
To sing, to dance, to have a future, to be loved by his family.
Not to be crushed under an SUV for the sake of a thing, a possession.
Because when possessions outweigh human life
– a black kid’s life –
A society is sick, rancid and heartless.
Remember Joshua Doughty!
A pox on racism. A pox on racists.
Rage against the darkness of hate.
Rage for the light of tolerance and love of humanity,
For a better, kinder, loving world.
THE STARSHIP OF LOVE
Parliament House scaffolding
In Westminster. Erected fast and efficiently.
Plenty of money and action for politicians’ halls
to be prettified.
Grenfell Tower – Blackened, ruined shell
Stretching silent, black agony to the skies.
Victims? Where? No voice for the blackened bones
contorted in agony, clutching phones transmitting love to
family, loved ones, friends as death approached.
Forgotten. Airbrushed to invisibility.
Live victims/survivorsf – shadows in the cupboards.
Shame hidden under silence.
Not in our names.
Time to shine our light:
We are One World. One Family. One Starship of Love
Dead schoolchildren, teachers shot to pieces,
Money for more guns, none for teachers or
Families shredded by monstrous murders.
Brave survivors betrayed by blood-soaked
Political leaders dancing in the millions of dollars
Donated by the murderous National Rifle Association.
Not in our names.
Time to shine our Light:
We are One World. One Family. One Starship of Love.
3. The World
Suicide bombers in Iraq, Afghanistan and other countries.
US drones dropping murder from a distance.
Tortured bodies – babies, children, parents, sisters, brothers,
Aunts, uncles, grandparents: laid out in rows in Syria from the bombs
Of Russia, the US, Turkey, Assad.
Gaza – Palestinian families, starving, water denied, bombs from screaming jets
Funded for Israel by the US armaments machine.
Black men lined up in slave markets in Libya, silent,
Terrified, dreams of freedom shredded.
Not in our Names.
Shine our Light:
We are one world. One family. One Starship of Love.
4. The Flight of The Starship of Love
Not in the name of us lovers: we care, we are not separate.
We dream of our brothers and sisters,
Of humanity united, standing together,
Woven together by the starry web spun by the galactic forces,
dropping like gossamer clouds to imbue us with oneness.
We are not the separate, selfish parts of a fractured world.
We who love, who care, who see ourselves as part of the star song of
Our united humanity,
baby boomers, generation X, millenials
we stand together/united as we
link arms, hearts, souls
To build the Starship of Love,
Hearts enfolding each other into a great march of humanity,
Building long tables of resistance, compassion, love,
equality, tolerance, open arms,
Shining our Light!
WE WILL BE INVINCIBLE!
Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of fear.
She let go of judgments.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.
Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice.
She didn’t read a book on how to let go.
She just let go.
She let go of all the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.
She made no public announcement.
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t utter one word.
She just let go.
No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort. There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good. It wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her.
And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.
Here’s to giving ourselves the gift of letting go…
There’s only one guru ~ you.
Jennifer Eckert Bernau/Rev. Safire Rose (the exact author is uncertain)