Monday, 14 March 2011

The River of Forgetfulness

What do we know about who we are? 

You are my mother
your mother was your mother
and you bore daughters
who in turn bore daughters 

And there are the fathers. The fathers of the past and the present. And sons of course. Pride and Fear. 
Ha Men!

Long lines of ancestry and lives wading through rivers 
and climbing mountains
getting lost in valleys 
or perhaps finding rest 
by a cool pool of water 

So what do we know about who we are? 
we have forgotten
or deny it
or simply don't know 

Does the one who knows carry the responsibility?
Does the awareness call upon me 
to hold
to rest in silence 
and to seek peace? 
Rather than truth? 

For what is truth if you can't see it
if you can't feel it
our body lost from one life to another 

And yet, perhaps, there is a point to truth

How do I re-connect to the truth? 

By not forgetting 

That I am certain
It is in Being that I anchor my self
in the kernel of truth of the present
that contains the past and the future

My children help me to do that
In their demand for authentic
for real
for the truth 

Why mama? 

In the truthful answer there is healing. Healing perhaps that can reach across the ancestors, where ultimately there is no need anymore to know what was and what could have been 

Just Being 

And Peace 

In the knowledge that things are going to be alright 

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