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Call me the Turquoise Woman
My names have been so many over the eons.
Even I have forgotten some of them by which fearful two-leggeds spoke of me.
Poor two-leggeds
You think you know so much, but so much of what you know is sadly not true at all.
And Reality has no mercy on those who walk unwise paths.
You can only know what you have experienced.
And what you have experienced
is so little
and so little of that is seen
for that which it truly is.
You often see only that which you expect to see and are blind to that which is outside your framework of thought.
I look out from my consciousness surrounding this planet that is my body,
and my horizon spans the swimming bodies of my sisters who wheel in their sweeping dance of gravity about Father Sun.
And You?
Your minds are much like unfinished songs.
And nothing makes you so aware of the fragility of life as songs unfinished.
HERE IS A SECRET
We are all songs unfinished.
We start with names ...
but what illusions are names.
You look about you and think you see me, but you do not even see yourselves.
You perceive yourselves as myths you breathe into being
within your minds to mask the truth you are loathe to stare upon too closely.
The Lakota called me the Turquoise Woman.
The Greeks called me Gaia.
The Ancient Egyptians called me Hathor.
I call all of you temporary. Some I call cherished.
Many of you are merely a rash that itches all across my surface.
Bemused, I watch you scurry over my skin, bemoaning you are bringing an end to me.
I would laugh were it not so tragic.
You are merely bringing an end of life to yourselves.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT LIFE IS?
A firefly's flicker in the night,
the breath of a buffalo in winter,
a cloud shadow that races across the green grass to lose itself in the blood-red of the sunset.
the breath of a buffalo in winter,
a cloud shadow that races across the green grass to lose itself in the blood-red of the sunset.
Do not try to understand me.
I look, not only down upon you,
but out across the vast glittering sea of eternal night.
The colors of my thoughts are the Northern Lights
and the reach of them is from horizon to horizon and unto the vastness of the stars.
The electro-magnetic field of my body gave birth to my consciousness
long before there were human hands to chisel stone into mute, blind idols
or to brush your world in blood on cave walls.
but out across the vast glittering sea of eternal night.
The colors of my thoughts are the Northern Lights
and the reach of them is from horizon to horizon and unto the vastness of the stars.
The electro-magnetic field of my body gave birth to my consciousness
long before there were human hands to chisel stone into mute, blind idols
or to brush your world in blood on cave walls.
Your only true contribution to me was your language.
Before you crafted words into being, my consciousness was unfocused.
I listened with wonder as you spoke to one another,
slowly piecing the concept of language together in my thoughts.
Through the prism of your languages, my awareness crystalized.
I became aware.
Now, I know a haunted melancholy.
Before you crafted words into being, my consciousness was unfocused.
I listened with wonder as you spoke to one another,
slowly piecing the concept of language together in my thoughts.
Through the prism of your languages, my awareness crystalized.
I became aware.
Now, I know a haunted melancholy.
Like a windmill's blades, my thoughts dip into my memories.
In misty after-images,
In misty after-images,
I see your fleeting lives walking prayer-soft across my green fields only to fade into the inflamed oblivion of the sunset.
No, rather try understanding yourselves and the boiling storms within you.
If you come close to self-awareness, you will better understand those about you ...
who are stumbling in the darkness of their own refusal to see life in all its facets.
1.) UNDERSTAND THE NARRATIVE OF YOUR LIFE
Your narrative identity is the story of your life; but it is more than just a story.
How you understand your narrative frames both your current actions and your future.
2.) STEP ASIDE EACH DAY TO REFLECT ON THE DAY BEFORE
This enables you to focus on the important things in your life, not just the immediate.
3.) LOOK INTO THE MIRRORS OF TRUSTED FRIENDS
All two-leggeds have traits that others see, but you are unable to see in yourselves.
I call these "blind spots."
Do you see yourself as others see you?
If not, you can address these blind spots by receiving honest feedback from people you trust.
4.) DO NOT MERELY LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES BUT FORGIVE YOURSELF FOR THEM.
It will help you to forgive others.
I END WITH SEVEN WORDS:
Live well.
Soon I will miss you.
Soon I will miss you.
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I think #4 is the most difficult and tricky thing to accomplish.
ReplyDeleteUndoubtedly. But so are the most important lessons in life. :-)
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