sun baking villages of wild flowers for dead bees bare earth torn to discover luminous oil what are we doing? why are we here?
why are the floods pouring from the sky? Extraordinary tears from lives spent no more to be seen again?
summer mountains getting covered with winter snow why are the polar bears floating on glacial ice away from their livelihood Why are the seasons changing, from spring into winter and from summer into the unknown why are the whales swimming to the shore?
Did we rewrite the wheel of time? did we change the drumming of the drummer without asking why?
The cotton clouds above me silently scream as they stream into the empty sunset in the darkness of my mind
I have heard to act like we are walking on our grandmother's face when we take a walk on our earth, What would grandmother say if she were here today?
Stop! See the basil buzzing with a bee Listen, let your eyes fill with the light of hope, feel it, and let this gold ray touch the sun in your mind to illuminate your landscape....
...I remember, I remember why we are here and what we are doing
don't let someone else's thoughts and actions tear your earth apart
let the earth sneeze let the bees breeze let the sunshine awaken let the dry rocks get covered with river clouds let the tears fall, touch and listen to grandmother
if the old footprints on her face do not say I love you, how can this next step say I love you?
I have difficulty understanding life--how the past darkens what is here now and the future. I write to move through this "not understanding" and to shed rays of light into my mind to chase away the darkness, reveal the jewels of hope.