So much Sorrow.  So much Anger.  So many tears.  So many broken hearts.  Children shot at school.  Grandparents murdered shopping for food.  Others killed at parties or hospitals or funerals.  A sick situation, a sickening system, calling forth nausea and painful sadness. All of us, whether we feel these events deeply or are largely numbed, are shaken and disturbed.  Here is what I offer:

I. A Spiritual Reading

55 years ago, in April of 1967, Martin Luther King gave a speech which earned him the scorn of some of the political sectors who had supported him in his earlier work for voting rights and racial integration.  In “Beyond Vietnam,” King spoke of how “the giant triplets of racism, materialism, and militarism” were tied together.  He also stated (again, 55 years ago!) that “a Nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death.”

The recent mass murders in Buffalo NY and Uvalde TX (both marked by white supremacy, with many more “mass shootings” occurring DAILY before and since), along with the massive funding for wars and threats of war, from Ukraine to Yemen to Taiwan to Somalia to Palestine to Kashmir to Mali to . . . have struck millions of us in the core of our hearts and souls.  And it is clear that, in the 55 years since King’s warning, after ever-increasing commitments to and celebrations of violence, weapons, and war, the so-called “United States of America,” colonized Turtle Island, is certainly already spiritually dead.

Or is it?

In the 1930s, the psychologist Carl Jung, combining spiritual, cultural, and political insights, claimed that Nazi Germany had become possessed by an ancient Teutonic deity, Wotan, who had emerged as a result of the decisions and spirit of the German people, who chose pagan nationalism, anti-Semitism, and war rather than justice and wisdom.  One might say the spirit of the USA is also now gripped by spiritual powers.  But our nation is not consumed by a single spirit, since there is so much disunity and division, even more among elites and ruling class factions.  It seems to me that, for us in the 21st Century, a “spiritual reading” of the USA shows there are multiple spirits  in our collective life: raw racism, increasing state violence and brutality, greed and rampant individualism, attempts to “fix the system” without changing it (“saving our democracy from Trumpism” is ridiculous, when the USA has never been a democracy and was not designed to be one); cultural currents of confusion and distraction; gross patriarchy using courts and intimidation to restrict women and their choices; obsession with technological innovations and computer generated manipulations; fixating on shifting surface events without ever probing the deeper realities of actual life.  But there are other energies as well: the spirits of the Land and its keepers; the unconquered indigenous; all oppressed people of color (NOT their bought-and-paid-for neoliberal political representatives); working people organizing and resisting domination in their workplaces; young people yearning for a livable Planet and a green future; and the vision and claim of the slogan “Not Me, Us,” appearing in the 2020 Bernie Sanders campaign, but indicative of something much more.

Understood spiritually, the peoples, lands, and power relations in the USA/Turtle Island are a discordant chorus of different spirits.  Some seek and sing of life.  Some celebrate violence, domination, and death.

If we “read the spirits,” this is one way they can be understood.

II. Spiritual Responses

Many of us have reacted in a deeply emotional way to recent terrible events, which include: Great Grief; Anger becoming Rage; and Frustration at the apparent inability of the political and cultural spaces in US society to hear and honor real feelings and humane, earth-centered values. (The US “major parties” are two wings of a single corporate political fundraising monopoly). These sensations and understandings are a profound Spiritual Reality.  For a long time, many of us have been engaged in workshops, networks, marches, walk-outs, vigils, commemorations, and solidarity actions.  We are often driven by a sense of urgency, as well as a commitment to continue for many years ahead. And we all feel great turbulence, as well as unprocessed and unprocessable pain. As much as we are doing what we can, and sometimes more, it is understandable that our feelings often seem incomplete, and actions inadequate. The volume of hurt and wounding and death is overwhelming, and not fully fathomable (at least at a conscious level).  But we can say: we dwell in the spiritual reality of a nation-state NOT “conceived in liberty” (as Abraham Lincoln declared at Gettysburg) but born from slavery, land theft, ethnic cleansing, distorted memories, broken treaties, and laws which protect property but not people. 

In these days, our prayers are cries of lament, for harms deep and unhealed.  And yet we also have a deep desire for care and comfort, for rest, for nurturing plants and animals, for land well used and lived on justly.  And despite all that is happening, we know that, as Arundhati Roy tells us, “another world is not only possible, she is on her way.  On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.”  Our desire to live well, together, is not just a dream or a hope.  But it is a reality already, germinating, preparing to blossom further when the poisons of the present are cleansed, and pass away.

III.  Spiritual Resources

We need the work of Spirit – and are already in the midst of it.  We have, and can further cultivate, deep and true spiritual resources.

Most of all, we must continue with ever deeper inward journeying.  Our greatest power lies within OurSelves!  Regular practice of meditation, mindfulness, prayer, and silent listening provides us with balance, makes clear our kinship with all of humanity and creation, and most of all, gives us Power.  We must NOT fall for the trick that mindfulness is a “ method for stress reduction” or “adjustment to capitalist working conditions.”  Rather, as we journey further inward in times of contemplation, we grow in our awareness and discernment of ourselves, and the realities of the Outer World. 

As we choose the Music we listen to, may it bring us less noise, and more joy and sustenance.  Producing calm and clarity, not inner chaos. 

There are specific spiritual practices which can provide us protection from harm and disease (these include Taoist traditions of moving and storing protective and healing energies, and memories of the Ghost Dance shirt worn by Lakota resisters in the face of colonial bullets in the Great Plains). 

Prayers of Intercession, for the Earth, for communities, families, and persons we love, and those we know and care for, produce real bonds of spirit, energy, and thought. 

Ancient skills of telepathy and soul connection may be dormant, but are available – and are more potent forms of communication than electronic text messages.  All things machines can and will do, our minds and spirits have done and will do. 

Above all, let us call on our Ancestors, the Angels, and those who have gone before us! They are our Spirit guides, ever-present. 

And as we walk attentively on the Earth, loving Her as our Mother, let us watch and listen to the wind and the birds . . .

Interesting, that poetry of others is the midwife of my own.  Today’s emergence:

Birdsong rings brightly, piercing doors and windows.
Its music sweet, a rhythmic wordless mantra.
The sun shines gold and clear through mostly cloudless blue.

War elsewhere on the Earth, in many places.
Such suffering and pain. With more to come.
But here, and there, and every place-time on the Planet,
there is beauty. And love.
This is enough. And more. To carry on.
To savor harmony. Unfettered joy of feathered singers.
And the Great Victory of Freedom, soon arriving on its Way.

After more than a year, and both expanding and limiting experiences, Virus Time has become an ongoing reality. There is no return. There is only a Path forward. Previous modes, models, and means of existence are gone, never to reappear. And as we continue, contemplate, and consider, a range of themes emerge. Primary among them is Grief. Another relates to the Removal of Veils and Illusions. A third, akin to the second, considers how Decolonization must be our Way of Life. And the Fourth, perhaps the most Primal, reflects on the most intimate and powerful resources in Life: Body, Breath, Boundaries, Bonds.

I. On the Necessity and Insufficiency of Grief.

Foremost among Virus Time experiences is . . . Death. It is ever present. Many we love have died. Some from the Virus directly. Others while the Virus has marked our time. Others from “accidents” or “incidents” that were accentuated by the stress of living with the Virus ever-near. And every Death has been a Blow. An Assault. A Deep Loss. A Powerful and Wrenching Pain. Thus, those of us who continue to live are marked by the Death of others. And the ever-present reality of Grief.

Much has already been written about Grief, which is our response to the Death of those near and dear to us. And in Virus Time, whether consciously or not, we also grieve due to the deaths of the Many who are not psychically or emotionally close, but whose passing, violently or silently, still affects us.

As Elizabeth Kubler-Ross put it some years ago:

“The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not ‘get over the loss of a loved one.'”

Grief becomes a permanent part of who we are, once the loss occurs. And for all of us, in Virus Time, the loss is real and strong and ever-present. On some levels, it is never healable. Time does NOT “heal all wounds.” No, time only changes the wound. At first, when the loss is fresh, and recent, and raw, our emotional world bleeds. The blood flows as tears, spasms, and sobs. Moments when we simply tremble, moan, break. And sense the truth of loss: we will never be with, or see, or hear this person again. They are “gone,” as the saying goes. And we cannot avoid this truth: because even when we ignore or repress the feeling produced by loss, the power of the loss “lives in us,” and we carry it, whether we are “facing it” or not. Yes, we do continue to live. But our lives are marked by what we grieve, and we are marked by the loss.

Due to so many deaths, familiar and far away, near and unknown, we are all marked by Grief in Virus Time. But the unique nature of Virus Time Grief is that we are not able to grieve in familiar ways. Due to the the dangers of transmitting the Virus, especially at particular times and in particular locations, many were not able to view the body of their loved one after a death. And for large numbers, funeral services could not take place “in person,” or in the presence of the deceased person’s remains. Many rituals took place via video conference rather than with family and community. This has altered grieving, and made it less personal, less physical, often without touching or embracing. This has cut off the spirit and soul from a full sensation of departure and wishing the lost one farewell. Thus, the Grief of Virus Time is a Partial Grief, an Unfinished Grief, a Grief without fullness of feeling and experience.

All this is compounded by the great number of deaths, and the global nature of the experience. In addition to deaths from the Virus itself, war, movements of peoples, loss of land and livelihood, and intimate and personal struggles and dislocations of all kinds, have made the Grief of the Time even greater. Known and Unknown, Close and Distant, the scale of loss is vast.

Thus, the Grief of Virus Time is necessary. It is constantly occurring, consciously and unconsciously. We engage in open and over mourning, when we can and when we must. In addition, there is a deep unspoken melancholy as well, for all the deaths we sense but do not touch personally. But as with all grief, this Grief is also unsufficient to address the experience of the Time. Those who have died, and all that has been lost, can never be seen or touched again. The Pain of the World is inconsolable.

How, then can we respond SPIRITUALLY to such a reality?

First we engage in Acknowledgement. If we are having strong feelings, or experiencing sorrow, we allow ourselves to sense all that is present. Sobs and tears are not a sign of weakness or illness. They are the physical sign of the emotional and psychic truth: our loss is real, and we feel it. It hurts! There is emptiness, and a presence no longer present. We allow the sensation to flow, to be what it is. And to take other forms: memories, energies, feelings in the body, images in dreams. When praying and meditating, if the loss and grief are what arises, we honor that. Contemplate it. Lift our voices and thoughts, as they are, to the Spirit. And allow the Spirit to move. To be with us. To carry us. And to comfort. Sharing these same things in conversation with others who share the loss, with family, friends, comrades. This too brings blessing.

As we acknowledge, however, we also move forward. We do NOT “stay in our grief.” The grief is always shifting, flowing, moving; rising and falling, sometimes fading, sometimes “in our face.” But however we experience it, it does “age.” And as time passes, it takes on new character. It becomes less intense, less overt, more subtle. But it remains. Because the loss remains.

To grow from our grief, we utilize it. We can create rituals to celebrate the One(s) lost. Grieving with one’s own feelings, as well as with others, is renewing and restorative. Holy objects, including photos, are essential ritual elements. For the lost one lives on in the stone, the flower, the drawing, the picture! Shrines and sacred spaces, sacred times, sacred acts — these transform the memory of loss from pain and sorrow, into rage and righteous anger, and then into power. And this is the essential task — to mobilize our grief, and from it create power. Not allowing our Grief to debilitate or disempower us, but to be an experience which adds to our strength, clarity, resolve, and fortitude. For as the grief evolves, we see clearly — the loss is also a gift. A gift of the One Now Gone, who remains. Thus, our Grief provides us energy for all of life’s tasks — most deeply of all, the task of living well.

Collective Grief and Generational Traumas, also, are our Power. We carry the Ones who have gone ahead, as we journey ahead on our own Path. They have joined the legions of the Ancestors. And they are with us, and IN US, as we work for what we desire and need: a world filled with happiness for all, where memories of our forebears are sweet. May we savor and gain strength from our Grief!

II. The Removal of Veils and Illusions

Another obvious element in the experience of Virus Time is that it has removed all obstacles to clear sight and understanding about the systems which now dominate the world. Especially in the US (where I live), but also elsewhere, it has become fully clear:

Structures of Power and Domination are brutal, sick, causing sickness, and unsustainable.

From politics to health care to education, housing, transportation; law, policing, and “public safety;” food and energy production — all current forms and structures of social organization, ostensibly constructed to meet needs and provide services, are not able to assist or support human beings. Instead, they are driven by the desire for profits and the practice of exploitation, rather than regard for the people the systems are allegedly serving. Seeing this, in any detail and from any angle, only makes clear what is obvious at first glance, and in all subsequent gazes at the current Extractive Capitalist Global World:

The System is killing people and the Planet.

Thus, those of us who are spiritually aware, and claim (or seek) to be conscious of both inner and outer realities, must create, for ourselves and one another, a different way of living, with one another and on the Earth our Common Home. This is not only possible, but essential. The sickening beast we must name, confront, and transform, is White Supremacist Extractive Capitalism. All illnesses, all traumas, all pain and privation, are rooted in this system which values profit taking over human beings, makes all people and things into commodities, and considers everyone and everything as an object to be exploited. As Nick Estes, co-founder and leader of the The Red Nation Movement, states in his seminal book, Our History is the Future:

“We are challenged not just to imagine, but to demand, the emancipation of Earth from capital. For the Earth to live, capitalism must die.”

In Virus Time, as well as before the Virus emerged, spiritual practice, like all forms of cultural production, has become a commodity. The most striking feature of this development is the reduction of all “spiritual issues” to personal matters, which are “best addressed individually.” However, the reality of Virus Time shows us something different: no inner practice is unrelated to the social, political, and collective spiritual energies active on the Earth at this time. In fact, no practice of cultivating the inner life without external discernment and thorough transformation is myopic, egoistic, and ultimately blind.  Yet, any path that seeks to transform social realities, without attentiveness to inner energies and grounding in the Earth as our Common Home, is unsustainable. In fact, since humans are embodied souls and spirits in physical form, the inner and the outer, the political and the spiritual, the personal and the communal, are actually one whole reality, always interacting with and recreating each other. Thus spiritual practice and the transformation of injustice into the Beautiful New World for All must occur simultaneously, and be practiced together, as a Single Life Path. How is this to be done? By recognizing how and why we and the world are sick, grieving, and disempowered. And then affirming and celebrating our Life, the ongoing Life of what is lost, and the memories and life-spirit that remain. And most of all, to claim our own power and our power in connection to others as our experience continues to unfold.

III. Decolonization: Spiritual Practice, Inner and Outer Path, State of Mind

Since the system under which we live is like a Vampire, gaining its power by draining the life force of humans and their relations throughout Creation, to live we must respond in a way which discerns our situation clearly. This entails naming the source of our pain, our loss, and the pains and losses of all people and the Planet — the spread of White Supremacist Settler Colonial Capitalism over the Whole Earth. Although this process began some 500 years ago, the obvious dysfunction and destructiveness of the situation (in every realm: political, economic, social, etc.) shows that we are witnessing the end, the breakdown, and the death of a Life-Denying, Death-Dealing mode of existence. It must end. And it is ending. Rooted in colonialism, it continues to claim power even as it dies, causing the death of millions.

To live in a world where Western colonialism has held sway, but is fading away as it rots and dies, we must then Decolonize. The choice before us, as The Red Nation notes, is “Decolonization or Extinction.” Many have written of decolonizing various aspects of life, practice, and experience: Decolonizing Therapy; Decolonizing Education; and various ways to decolonize social support and healing practices.

However, considering Decolonization from my location here in so-called “(Alta) California/USA” within Turtle Island, and how it relates to the world as a whole, Decolonization calls to us — compels us — to address our pain and possibilities, and those of other Relations and the Earth, fully, completely, honestly, effectively, and authentically. As we create a New World, and live our Way into a future worth living, Decolonization must become A Total Experience, A Way of Life, a Way to BE on this Earth, with soil, sun, plants, animals, waters, and one another.

Seen from a certain angle, it is a Spiritual Practice. But how is this “done”? We must say — there is no “single corrrect Way.” But a Decolonizating Spirituality MUST include attentiveness, and ways to cleanse, heal, and begin anew, each day, each evening, through all times of waking and sleeping. Methods from various traditions can assist us in SEEING and SENSING, clearly and without delusion, what our thoughts are, how we behave, and how these often arise from colonial (dominating and controlling) modes and patterns. Internalized forms of harm, in which we wound ourselves or others, must be discerned, and then uprooted from our conscious and unconscious realms. Behaviors must be acknowledged. And if they are born from colonial residues in mind and spirit, they must be REMOVED. Constant awareness of the “Shadow” within us, implanted by hundreds of years of colonial culture and power relations, is a primal necessity. Rituals, mantras, and other practices can be part of this cleansing and rec-creating process. Absolute honesty and willingness to be challenged are essential. Deep experiences of meditation can show us that our “true self” is NOT what colonialism has programmed into us, physically, mentally, or spiritually. Since White Supremacy is NOT eternal or all-powerful, but only a passing form, like all forms, it dissipates, and will disappear. Our spiritual practice, then, is a conscious choice to assist the process of its passing away, and its uprooting and elimination from our lives and life practice.

One of the greatest explorers of the practice and salutary effect of Decolonization was Frantz Fanon (May Peace Be Upon Him), set out most eloquently and powerfully in “The Wretched of the Earth.” He speaks of decolonization as a “violent process,” in which “the destruction of the colonial world is no more and no less than the abolition of one zone, its burial in the earth or its expulsion from the country.” Although, at one level, Fanon was addressing the task of decolonizing land accupied by settlers, who must either be killed (for eventual “burial in the earth”) or driven out (“expulsion from the country”) for liberation from colonial occupation to occur, the violent yet necessary process of Decolonization can also be seen as a Spiritual Practice. Discerning, dismantling, burying, and expelling ALL forms of colonial consciousness and action, on the terrain and territory of Our Souls, is what meditation, chanting, praying, dream work, journaling, and other practices must lead to. Decolonization, then, is one name for the essential spiritual task: the re-creation of Our Selves and the World in new and life-loving Ways.

Because our lives are the result of both the personal and social aspects of our existence, Decolonization must always combine, consciously, both inner and outer work. Our inner world is deeply affected by the unjust realities of the economic, social, cultural, and political realities around us. And the way we encounter and engage the outer world is always impacted by how we behave, the choices we make, and the ways we perceive and respond to external person, powers, and energies. Thus, our journey forward needs to include constant and conscious attention to how our inner life and the world around us interact and recreate each other. Meditation attentive to parts of the Earth, persons and groups residing in various places, the spiritual energies of movements of people, as well as weather patterns and responses of the Earth Herself to human activity — all these can be part of a simultaneously Inner/Outer, Personal/Collective Life Path. As human beings, we are whole beings, and thus our spiritual practice empowers us to transform ourselves and simultaneously participate in the transformation of the world in our actions, relationships, and work. As we cleanse and create our selves anew in each moment of spiritual attentiveness, we also create a New World in our communication and communion with others.

Long before decolonization become a buzzword or “trend,” the great Kenyan novelist and teacher Ngugi wa-Thiong’o wrote a book entitled “Decolonising the Mind.” In this probing and powerful work, first published in 1986, Ngugi highlights the important of language in the way that imperialism operates, especially in its cultural conquest of the Earth and its peoples. He notes that missionaries and educators, who built schools and churches as weapons of domination in their attempts to eradicate indigenous ways, diligently studied and utilized native African languages. In contrast, in the years after “independence” in the 1960s and 70s, African writers consistently communicated and created in the languages of the colonizers! French and English! This is a vital insight to consider, and to include in our decolonization path and practice. The lanaguage we use, the images we construct and share, the ways we shape words to either harm or heal — being AWARE of how language shapes our minds and expresses our life is essential for our journeys. Each of us relates to language differently — only some of us have access to indigenous languages in this lifetime. But if we do (indigenous tongues of every continent are still alive in many places), cultivatig and communicating “in these languages,” as often as possible, is part of our task. We are “in” a language — but we also “use” and “make” various tongues as well. Listening for how our animal and plant relations speak is a vital part of decolonizing our own speech and perceptions. Unspoken cultural forms, like painting, dance, and music, have their own “ways of speaking.” Attention to how our feet touch the Earth, and how we cultivate and care for the soil, help us learn new forms of expression and communion. Above all, we must LISTEN. Spend time with the Earth. Nurture ourselves, and each other. And continue to discern, dismantle, and cleanse ourselves of colonial patterns of thought and conduct. But as we create and listen to many voices, we also create a New Tongue — what Ngugi calls “the Universal Language of Struggle.”

To Decolonize our Minds, then, is to be deeply attentive inwardly — to our speech, thoughts, dreams, feelings, and perceptions. And to be aware that much of what we carry and see as “ours” is actually an imposition or implantation of colonial culture; NOT “who we are,” but who we have been led to perceive ourselves to be. Discernment and dismantling of what is “not ours,” and the creation of a “new Self,” each day, is an ongoing task as we make our Way toward a Decolonized Mind. And then to practice a Universal Struggle, crafting an ever-new Universal Human Culture and Spirit, both global and local, our feet on a particular place on the Earth, enacting our kinship with all the Earth and those who walk on it.

IV. Body, Breath, Boundaries, Bonds

Our greatest resources on this Path are not, and cannot be, instruments of force. These are the tools of conquerors and colonizers, used to maim, dominate, threaten, instill fear; to kill bodies, to steal and plunder the land and its inhabitants. As the Tao Te Ching taught us long ago: “Good weapons are instruments of fear; all creatures hate them.” Our power does not lie in guns or bombs. And confronting “the powers that be” with their own tools is certain folly. For us, the power of Spirt, of Creativity, of Solidarity and Shared Celebration, will empower us beyond all imagining.

Our own bodies are our greatest Power Source. They are resilient, flexible, constantly growing, ever moving, resting and rising, moving and still, in steady rounds of flux and flow, steadiness and transformation. They are the miraculous vessels of our Life Force. Ever sustained and sustaining, they are the dwelling place of Eternity in organic form.

Our Breath is the Spirit’s Power and Presence, in us always, entering and exiting, giving life. She comes from the vastness of wind and space. She blesses us sweetly, whether we are conscious of Her of not. But is always with us. Energy, ease, restful, rousing, unseen, ultimate strength, beyond and within. When we call on Spirit, She always answers. And has always already answered. We breathe; we live; we are Life and its Power.

Our bodies and breath create and sustain who we are. But we also do this by being clear and careful about what we allow to affect us, bodily and spiritually. What food do we eat? Locally grown fruits and vegetables are the best source for maintaining our bodyspirit balance. What kind of music do we listen to? Does its frequency and sound resonance nurture us, or disturb us, distorting our sense of our selves as really are, not as we are being programmed to be? Does the music clarify our minds, or cloud them? Most of all, we must discern: who are the PEOPLE who we commune with? Are the souls, personal and organizational, fruitful for our health, and the health of the Planet? Making certain we do healthful things and not others; engage with people who bring us blessings; and spend time in fruitful and not fruitless ways — all these assist in empowering us, individually and collectively. Boundaries bring us blessings!

The bonds we create, to people, places, spaces, and times, are also a source of power. As the Boddhisattva Thich Nhat Hanh has taught us, we are exist in “interbeing.” None of us is isolated. Our very existence depends on the toil of other people, close to us and across the Planet. The Sun, the Wind, the Waters, and the Earth, provide us all that we have, and course through us in the elements that sustain our bodies and energize our spirits. We are made of all is. Most deeply, as we craft connections with our own Inner Lives and the Lives of Those Around Us, we create communities of care and creativity which nourish us on the Paths we tread. Bonds and connections are gifts which give us life, and enrich our Ways.

The Spirit-Path ahead discerns and decolonizes all things, outer and inner. Lands: who owns the land, how it is cared for (or exploited), and how the unjust history of its acquisition can be set right. Laws: the obviously unjust system of how laws are conceived, enacted, interpreted, and enforced must be explored, understood, and then dismantled, through discourse and action. Power Relations: at every level, from the local to the global, who rules, how this domination is maintained, and how it can be resisted and removed. Our Bodies: our physical form, itself a miracle, is the sacred site of our life as we grow in communion with the Earth and all our Relations who walk upon Her. Our Minds: all practice, from prayer to meditation to thought and dreams, is clarified and cleansed, each day, as we honestly discern ourselves and our experience, and become who we Really Are, releasing Who We Have Been and Must Not Be. Finally, Our Souls: Our Life Force, manifested in our waking and sleeping, work and play, dreams and tears, solitude and communion, is always growing, is ever alive, and utterly unconquerable.  May we nourish our Souls Always!

Onward and Inward, Beautiful Ones! Into the New World, who lives in us, and calls to us as we journey together in Creating Her!

I. So much is happening! So much is being transformed, every day, every night, every moment. I have previously posted a variant of “the systems of control and domination are collapsing.” But now we are seeing this unvarnished, clearly, without any need for explanation, interpretation, or subtlety. The time for niceties is long past. In Virus Time, the Days of Rebellion, we are seeing, as Dr. Cornel West so aptly states, that “the Empire is imploding.”

All forms and structures are being “unmasked.” As the fearless youth of the world march, masked for health, as well as for self-protection, the pretense of power and oppression is falling away. Its disappearance is a blessing – as is the disappearance of fearfulness, uncertainty, ambivalence, and acquiescence. The New World no longer awaits us, even in a nearby future. It is being lived and created, as thousands walk together in the sunlight and evening darkness. Curfews cannot contain the energy of the awakening of consciousness and concerted action. There is no “return to normal.” For “normal” and its injustices has given birth to the righteous anger, holy love, and sacred spirit which guides the Rebellion from within.

As ever, the Inner and the Outer are One. The political plane and the spiritual realm is One Single Reality. All is being altered, and Made New. Each soul, and the heights and depths of the Universe.

II. As “social distancing” became a norm of behavior in Virus Time, I preferred to see it as “physical distancing.” None of us ever became “less social.” But the expression of our relationships, and our movements, has often been “less physical,” and (in some cases) lacked closeness. Rebellion has made public proximity common again – but now it is an expression of power, and unity, and focused feeling, and sacred truth-telling speech. No longer “just hanging out.” And yet, the realities of Virus Time remain, to prevent further “virus transmission:” 6 feet apart; masks in public spaces; not staying anywhere too long indoors; no singing or shouting indoors, especially at close range. No hugging!

This lack of physical closeness, as Virus Time birthed Rebellion, has made the primal reality of our physical nature more prominent. Our need to touch and be touched, is not simply desire, or yearning. Rather, it is a basic feature of being alive as a human being — like breathing, resting, playing, working. All of our living takes place in our physical bodies. In this Life, we ARE our physical bodies. Our soul, our spiritual nature, the unseen energy which empowers our physical life, cannot be “surgically separated” from our bodies, our senses, our bones and blood and organs and flesh. Our aching for physical contact, even when it was not openly practiced or publicly wise, has been a sign of the primacy of the physical. Our whole lives, from depth to surface, are experienced bodily, sensually – physically.

And as Virus Time has highlighted the physical, every aspect of our physicality has become more noticeable, and profound.
The ways we express ourselves with, and utilize, our hands — grasp with our fingers, touch with their tips, hold with curved and cupped palm, whether the hands are together or separate – are also conduits and channels of the energies of our whole bodies, our inner energy, our full selves. When we change the position of our fingers and hands, our energy flow shifts. The Hindu tradition has always understood this, and there are many “mudras,” or sacred hand gestures, which provide healing, energy, and empowerment through the placement of the hands.
Facial expressions alter how we are perceived, and how we feel. Our spirit shifts when the angle of our mouth, and the feeling which it expresses, changes. (Smiling is much different than frowning, certainly!). Our posture expresses our sense of self, and connects our body-soul energy to the energy of the Earth, and to the space around us. How and where we place ourselves IN a space – on the floor, a couch, a bed, a chair – is also a manifestation of our inner energies, and our Presence in the physical realm. Slouching or hunching over blocks the free flow of physical fluids and spiritual energy. And attentive standing connects and expands us, as the crown of our head touches the Heavens and the soles of our feet caress the Earth.

Perhaps most notably of all, one of the most powerful — and vulnerable – parts of our bodies, is Our

Eyes.

As some of us spend much more time in front of computer or phone screens (actually, pieces of glass behind which electrical signals pulse from within carefully constructed metallic parts), Our Eyes feel the strain, which also affects our physical bodies and our inner energies. Our Eyes are truly gates, thresholds, portals: openings and archways between the inner world — where we live as ourselves, experiencing our perceptions provided for us by Our Eyes – and the outer world, in all its wondrous beauty and variation. We receive the world through Our Eyes, and gaze outward upon the world through Our Eyes. When others see our eyes, they sense much of who and how we are. And when we see another’s eyes, we know something of their depths and inward life. Without speech, our eyes say so much. When seen, they provide so much.

Yet, assaulted electronically during Virus Time, as the boundaries between work space and home life have dissipated, Our Eyes need REST. If we fail to turn away from the digital, and only rarely gaze upon the natural and the physical, our entire body senses the turmoil, tension, and imbalance. Closing the eyes; resting our fingers on the eyelids, comforting Our Eyes with a gentle touch; sleeping, meditating, allowing for less focused and mechanical effort; all of these renew our Eye-strength. And all of Who We Are.

III. Everything is constantly changing. Plans are made, and then circumstances and situations shift, and all must be “done anew.” As Virus Time limitations have become Rebellion-birthed movements, marches, and sacred conversations confronting oppressive forms and relationships, the steadiness and ever-presence of the changes, the lack of stillness, the inability to return to anything known previously, can be experienced as imbalance, uncertainty, fatigue, disturbance. The violence of those who hold power has only made this “dance with impermanence” more pronounced and obvious. Experience was always “in constant flux.” But now the constancy of change is sharper, stronger, and often more disconcerting. Yet, it is necessary, and insistent, and unstoppable. The transformation of reality continues, increasing in intensity, as forms break down and disappear, and Power attempts to maintain the unsustainably unjust. This ever-present shifting, though often wondrous and beautiful, can also be stressful and disturbing. Lack of stability and constant uncertainty does “wear on us,” both bodily and psychically. Attentiveness to the changes is essential. Rather than responding hastily or abruptly, or simply becoming overwhelmed, discerning shifts in energy or circumstance, and then carefully proceeding, can help us adjust wisely, even as alterations occur with greater frequency and speed. There may not be full calm or “deep peace.” But there can always be awareness, and insight, and authentic discernment of what is, allowing us to journey fruitfully into what can and will be.

IV. When all seems unstable, uncertain, and ever-shifting, one thing can bring us soul-level comfort, strength, sustenance, and solace: Music that we love. Familiar sounds are sweeter, finer, and more invigorating than ever, in these times of trouble and transformation. Inspiring songs from the past take on new meanings, addressing the present moment with fresh insight. Instrumental pieces sing wordlessly to deep places within us, and enliven and enrapture us anew. Creating and playing music, ourselves, when we can (instruments, movements, voice), is particularly empowering. What may once have been a routine part of our experience now provides unique and novel sensations. Music is perhaps the most spiritual art: the sound which touches us is unseen, yet potent and probing, profoundly real, moving us at every level of our existence. When we are unbalanced or unwell, music heals. It has always done so. But this has been especially true in the fluidity and fluctuations of Virus Time.

V. “Staying in touch” and “being connected” have taken on new meanings as we have experienced utterly new conditions and circumstances. Often prevented from physically touching those dear to us, digital modes of communication have been required. And so, a precious person becomes the sound of their voice on the phone, the movement of their hair, the sparkle in their eye, or their shining smile, witnessed on a screen. The lack of touch is a real lack – and must be acknowledged. Connection and contact have become memories of digital images, at least for some of us, with some people.

However, another way to touch and communicate, without a machine or electronically constructed images, is to PRAY with and for people and situations where our love and concern is focused. This can entail calling out their names, trusting the Spirit to assist and accompany them; visualizing them “in our minds,” with our physical eyelids covering our eyeballs, but our inner eye seeing them quite clearly; singing or chanting sound vibrations, and sending the sound sensation to our beloveds with our intentions. Touching and connecting inwardly, spiritually, soul to soul, heart to heart, though actualized through inner vision, is actually “more real,” more substantial, and a stronger bond, than any experience provided by a machine or electronic device. In these days of difficulty, when much is unknown, and many are without income, livelihood, housing, or safety, the cord which connects us inwardly, can be spun, woven, and sewn at any time, for any length of time. And it will always grow and nurture us. Even more so in this strange and ever-unexpected Time.

V. Most of all, though, we must celebrate! All forms and structures are being shaken, and many have already fallen. Former monuments to domination are now dust. The Wind of Rebellion, Awakening Consciousness, propelled by marching feet, moving bodies, empowered spirits, and fearless souls, has already created much, and opened new vistas. May we sing, body, mind, and soul – all One Song.

Within, without, inner, outer. Our lives are whole. And as the freedom breezes of the Days of Rebellion blow more strongly, the whole world is being remade. We are being remade. Let us savor each moment, each breath, each view and vision. And stride onward!

Having posted elsewhere a powerful and prophetically truthful response from the past to the “independence” of one Empire from another (the settler colonial USA from its “Mother Country” Great Britain), to celebrate the Day more honestly and authentically requires a more creative turn. A consideration of true Independence!

Independence in our times, when the Earth, cultures, and peoples are under assault, and previous modes of organization and control are collapsing, requires more than “individual freedom.” “Freedom” doesn’t mean ego-centered “self”-determination. Freedom must mean having the means and possibility of being able to create our work, our living space, our social networks, our relationships, without constraint, in truly free conditions. And given the power relations in the social world, in which tiny elites dominate the means of production and distribution of goods, information, ideas, and images, our freedom must be created. It is not simply a matter of choosing which mass-produced item to purchase — but of creating a world where humans and all other created beings live harmoniously — a New Way of Life, a New World, utterly distinct from current realities which are Earth-destroying and people-oppressing.

But how can we best live in(ter)dependently, in a culture where a high Buddhist virtue like Mindfulness has become a commodity, a fad, a craze, a method for achieving “stress free living” without really transforming us, or anything else? It seems best if we find gems of ancient wisdom, combine them with our own insights and experience, and craft a Path Ahead which is ever-new, ever-discerning, always authentic to who we are and the circumstances we confront.

As noted by many wise ones, past and present, we must always begin with ourselves. We can discern honestly: is our daily use of time and space conducive to our own progress, empowerment, growth, bonds with others, and the transformation of the world? Do we have times during each day, and spaces in the places where we live and work, where we can contemplate, consider, and cultivate our inner resources, our inner power? Ancient spiritual traditions have bequeathed us ways of timing our spiritual attentiveness: the prayers prayed five times each day by the world’s Muslims; the rhythms of monks and nuns in monastic meditation; indigenous seers watching the turns of the sun, moon, stars, and seasons. However we choose to utilize these time-rhythms, each of us will discover fruitful ways to explore our spiritual world: journaling, meditating, reading, exercising, claiming quiet, singing, chanting mantras. These sacred practices will be unique to each of us — and are meant to evolve, shift, grow, and move — as we are! But without careful and focused attention to exploring and activating our inner realities, we will never gain full access to the Power which awaits us within.

As we craft our spiritual lives, and become more aware of who we are, we also become more attentive to what is fruitful for us, and what is not. What music do we listen to? Do the sound vibrations provide us comfort, balance, ease, clarity, joy? Or are the sounds more noise than nourishment? What do we read? Are we reading books, in addition to gazing at screens on phones and computers? Are we choosing to explore the information which best suits our authentic sense of self? Or are we simply allowing the flow of images from external sources to fill our senses, leading to lack of focus, imbalances, and misunderstandings of ourselves, others, and the world?

[I find it a great gift that I have been without a Television set for over ten years! I don’t miss it at all! Being liberated from that way of being assaulted by sales pitches for capitalist commodities has helped me to discern better which images I will respond to from other sources, electronic or otherwise, and which I will ignore, dismiss, and discard.]

Each of our souls and bodies has its own needs, desires, gifts, and powers. Most of who we are capable of being is not yet realized, and still beyond our imagination. But we are meant to expand and grow each day we live on This Earth. May we continue to create our own Way, allowing it to emerge from within, as we learn more, share more, become more of who we are.

In the wake of recent events and images, as well as responses to them by wise and discerning voices, the Spirit moves me to bring forth my own sense of the nation, the world, and myself.

Quibbling over terminology about concentration camps, when children and their parents seeking safety and care are being kept in cages and treated worse than the dogs at LA’s luxury animal kennels: the US is spiritually sick.
As dead brown and black bodies are happily displayed in the white media, while the white woman is festishized as an ideal that pollutes even her self-image and self-understanding: the US is spiritually sick.
When merely political solutions, including marches, demonstrations, and angry letters and postings, fail to address the deeper and truer realities, that those with power are responsible, but all are complicit: the US is spiritually sick.
As imperialism rises to greater heights of violence and domination, peoples of other nations are seen as worse than enemies, casually threatened with obliteration, and both the “liberal” and “right” wings of the capitalist elite join in demonizing countries chosen for targetting: the US is spiritually sick.
When law operates purely as an instrument of power and oppression, buttressing greed and thievery, and has no connection to righteousness or justice: the US is spiritually sick.
As the police continue to murder, abuse, and threaten the poor, the darker-skinned, the indigenous, and laugh about their abusive ways to one another: the US is spiritually sick.

The current social and political arrangements are obviously collapsing. Cries of the hungry and those in pain are heard, by some — certainly by those close to them. But then, as the sound dissipates, notably for those at a comfortable distance, the cry fades, and is dismissed from memory. Numbness is often more attractive than beauty in popular culture, staying busy more valuable than being inward, and honest, and open.

Something deeper than mere “confession of sin” and “forgiveness” is needed. Discerning, responding, and changing one’s life pattern, is a way to begin. But only a beginning. Yes, exploring the inner realms is required. Looking directly at oneself, one’s world, and allowing the reality of the illness to be present. Not to turn away, but to savor it.

Discerning the energy of every present, in its full range: seeing the immoral, the grotesque, the violent, the abhorrent disdain for life. And also the light, the beauty, the love that is present, the care that does exist, the value of every body-soul. Walking with this double-awareness: call it “engaged mindfulness.” Not simply to “reduce stress” and “be in the moment.” But to become empowered from within, as ever-more-fully ourselves. Always continuing to explore and activate our own creativity and inner resources. And as we engage in our daily rounds, responding to the world with more-than-compassion. With sensitivity. And blessed outrage. And changed behavior. And refusal to participate in oppressive patterns and power-relations. Remaining ever-open to how we are being changed.

As the Spirit moves, we awaken. With discerning eyes, loving hearts, and strengthened hands, may we move to transform the world, in our every thought and action. And be transformed “by the renewal of our minds.”

ONE: Initial Attentiveness – Our Life on Our Earth (this time . . .)

Wherever we have touched the Earth with our feet, whether barefoot or shod; wearing cotton socks or nylon stockings; boots, sandals, or shoes; we have been affected by the Earth under our heels and toes, in our bodies, in our spirits, in our lives.

When attentive, we can sense the difference between walking on the concrete of sidewalks or city streets; on rubber or plastic, in airports or odd latter-day buildings; asphalt or gravel, depending on the road surface.

And treading on the Earth, in its myriad surface manifestations: sand at the beach; rocks when climbing; pine needles or leaves in a tree-full forest; soil on paths, or in a field plowed for planting, or in dry dust; solid or pliable, yielding or hard, the Earth has many ways She is Herself. And as we walk upon her, she blesses us, and we receive her energy, her frequency, her “charge.” The gift of HerSelf.

Every day, when we step out our dwelling-doors and stride into the world, we touch the Earth, and she touches us. To paraphrase Sting, “every step we take, every move we make, She caresses us.” In these days, as She suffers, and strikes back, at the accelerated pace and increasing brutality of resource extraction, Her energies, Her strength, Her vulnerability and resilience, affect us. We are rarely conscious of how She is constantly giving to us. If we tread more attentively, we tread less heavily, less harmfully.

To make our spiritual practice more fruitful, more responsive, more authentic, more empowered and empowering, I sense a call to all of us, each of us where we are: to pray and meditate for, and with, Terra Nostra, Pachamama, Our Earth. Wherever we live on Her rounded back, let us commune with Her, inwardly, energetically, listening, feeling, open to her solidity beneath us, yet flowing energy ever with us. Always blessing.

As we commune with Her, from our Within, sensing Her depths and surfaces, we will naturally learn to be more attentive to ourselves, to the cycles of light and dark, the movements of air and cloud; the sound and sights of animals (birds, mammals, reptiles, all present with us, whether in urban or less settled places). And as listen, watch, grow more open to what is beneath and around us, our use of polluting devices will surely lessen (cars, most of all!, when we can avoid them), as the weight of our feet and our journeys over Our Earth lighten. Earth-Spirit-Living leads to Earth-Spirit-Led Actions!

However, where we are as we rise, go about our daily rounds, and retire to sweet sleep, is not the only Way that Terra Nostra affects us. Every place we have ever trod on her — dwelt, worked, played, slept, risen, has left a spiritual trace on us. Wherever we have touched Her, Pachamama has touched us. So in further contemplation of Her, we can commune with the places we have been before. Memories for us of earlier locations of our bodies are, for Her, actual marks, remnants, energies; parts of Her, even if unseen and immaterial. Residues of Spirit, Her Earth-Presence, from every place and time of our paths upon Her in this life. So in our meditations, let us savor both

Where we are, its present-time energies.
And where we have been, and their pulses and continuing presences. From our past – but still present.

TWO: Further Attentiveness: Our Ancestors and their Times and Places

Although communing with Earth-Energies which we have touched, and have touched us, is always fruitful, there is another set of locales, and planet-pulses, which is already blessing us. Although most of us are rarely conscious of these, they are powerful and important for us as we expand our attentiveness and deepen our spiritual practice and processes.

These are the places of our Forebears, who have walked the Earth before us, received her gifts, and have literally given birth to us. What the Earth gave to them, we have also received.

Many of us have explored, and are rightly proud of, our Ancestors – their struggles, their achievements, their lives and ongoing lives beyond-the-physical. They have truly made us possible. Knowing their stories (and listening to them tell some of them!) is enriching, empowering, and inspiring. However, at another level of reality, the very steps they took were acts of receiving spiritual strength. They carried this strength as they continued to strive over Our Earth; their toil, their tears, their loves and losses, WHERE they occurred, were ways that Terra Nostra gifted them, and added to their store of spiritual riches. Each place they lived, and the places where they have died, and where their remains rest in the Earth, are all sources of energy, strength, and solace – for US!

Thus, as we meditate on and with the Earth, and open ourselves to her spiritual presence and gifts, we can also include open-ness to receiving the energies of the places where our Forebears walked. For many of us, this will entail being open to other locations than our current continent of residence (North America, Europe, or elsewhere). But wherever our explorations may lead, we can seek out where our Ancestors WERE (and are!), and allow the spirit-power of each of those places to bless us in our times of inner open-ness and journeying. This will obviously mean meditating and praying WITH the sources of our own life, in a deep way, that plumbs below the merely personal. Places produced our Ancestors as individual people – but they also were homes to communities, kin, neighbors, fellow workers, those who traveled and those who remained. Even though our Forebears have moved over the Earth, each place beneath their feet blessed them. And blesses us, as we grow more conscious of Her many gifts to us. The blessing comes to us through the bones and bright eyes of those who have walked before us, gone onward – and yet remain with us, sweetly, silently, in our thoughts, memories, and dreams.

THREE: Exploring Further: Former Times and Varied Places

A third set of places where we can savor and sense the Earth’s effect on us, and our connection to Her, relates to our “former lives.” Although this is somewhat more difficult to discern, due to the various ways we may or may not have access to our soul’s previous journeys in human form, these places DO remain important sources of Earth-Energy for us.

Each of us has different sensations, different discernments, of the places and times we have “been here before.” But when we have discovered, and perhaps explored, such aspects of our spiritual experience (whether as memory, dream, forms of music or speech we recognize, or attraction to things we seem to “know” in a special way), these places, too, can be included in our meditations, attentiveness, and deeper visioning. We carry these energies most strongly within; they will rise to consciousness, and perhaps become familiar to us again, as we allow our inner journeys to turn certain corners, or listen for certain echoes which resonate for us strongly. But once we connect with these Earth-Charges, they become part of who we are – since they are actually the energy-remnants of who we were! We can thus connect to, and hold in our “mind’s eye,” when journeying inwardly, the places of such importance to us, allowing the pulses and presence of those parts of Our Earth to bring blessing, comfort, and echoes of our pasts, still alive in us as we tread our Paths now.

As the sun and moon rise and set over the Earth, as we rise, go out, return to our dwellings, and experience the rounds and risings of our Way, may we spend time each cycle of light and dark contemplating, sensing, receiving, and responding to the Earth-Energies which grace our lives. With each step we take now, with each step our Forebears took, with each step our souls trod, Our Earth gifts us. May we commune with Her, every more fully, as continue our Walk, lightly and lovingly, upon Her.

I began the Day today, “Independence Day,” by posting a recording of Frederick Douglass’ speech decrying the Day’s hypocrisy.  I have since watched the initial episode of Season 3 of “The Tunnel,” an Anglo-French TV series, in which migrant children and their abuse figures prominently.   Although it was shot some time ago, its appearance now on US TV is strikingly appropriate, as our own encounter with borders, immigration, racist imagery, and structural abuse of children, mothers, displaced people, bursts into public consciousness – though it has been prominent and prevalent all along . . .

And as I further consider this Day, and its multiple meanings, I am drawn to a sense of Atonement.  I just watched a short two-minute posting on YouTube about the Great Swamp Fight Massacre.  This was part of the Atonement ritual, for me.  It brought forth again my own memory of visiting the same spot, on a much grayer, more bleak day — in Rhode Island, near where I spent the latter years of my “growing up.”  And I remember now, vividly, how the spirits of those burnt alive, still living, cried out, in silent moans, from the ground.

What the Earth beneath us on this continent contains!  Cries of slavery and genocide.  Of land stolen, of cultures apparently erased, but actually only transformed.  The Earth, and the yet-living voices, still emit their songs.  The sounds of the birds beyond my windows are more pleasant than the bursts of distant fireworks, which increase in frequency as sundown approaches.

Yes, this is a Holy Day.  But for me, in a unique fashion.  Not as the “Founding Fathers,” merchants and slaveholders, landowners and lash-wielders, intended.  Not as the public rituals are more widely practiced (beach-going, fireworks-watching, concert-attending, bar-hopping, barbecue-feasting).  No, in something quieter; contemplative; in the sense of attentively watching, and listening, and bearing silent witness to what has occurred on this Land.  And to what remains possible.

A nation’s history, though powerful, need not be determinative. Our own choices, our own projects, ARE freely pursued.  We DO create our own lives: as individuals, and as collectives, as nations and peoples.

This Day, may all others who are free and seek further freedom, receive power and the strength to persist, to persevere.  As we create, together, the New World Worth Living In.  On the Earth that is always sustaining Us.

Darkness, Beauty, Creativity: Three Wondrous Realities, so needed and essential in these days.

I.

How can one describe and speak of Darkness?  The absence of light?  Surely not!  Darkness is a deep, rich, strong, and nurturing Power.  Present – yes, ever-present.  The Light is an interruption.  Though the Light is brilliant and clarifying, making the discernment of distinct and disparate things possible, opening the world to the magnificent symphony of multiplicity, Darkness is deeper, somehow; truer, and more comforting, than light.  She provides us the bliss of sleep!

Yes, Darkness is before, and within, and around, and beyond, all things.  She is the Source, the Well from which all possibilities become form, and substance, and particularity.

Yet, all is not One in Darkness.  All things remain unique, and are still fully present.  But they not fully distinct; they are not apart from each other; they are more felt than seen.  Their edges are not clear or sharp.  There is more softness, and subtlety, when things “are with — and even as” each other, in the Darkness.

Darkness: so sacred, so sustaining.  So rich and deep and fine; more valuable and vibrant than the apparently clear definitions experienced in “the world” of bright sunlight.  Instead, there is a fullness in the unseen yet felt character of Darkness-shrouded life.  A kind of embrace which the Light cuts and dispels — and cannot know.  Dreams and visions come from and in the Dark.  The Light is where these inner revelations “arrive.”  But then they fade into memory (kept or lost), just as pre-dawn mist is sun-touched, and then dissipates.  But the Dark is always the Source, the Birth, the Soil, the Seed.

When it is Dark, our eyes are MORE open than they are in the Light.  And when we close our eyes, and allow thoughts to take form, they do appear – but from and in the Darkness of our Inner World.  When we walk or move in the Dark, we may see our Way – but even more, we FEEL where we are, and where we are going.  Darkness does not swallow, but holds and nurtures.  All rests in Her.  Yes, let us say: Darkness is a Goddess!

Who is She?  A sweet comforting blue-black Presence.  There are layers and levels to Her: ever further, ever more: Dark.  Gates, openings, sensations, felt-rather-than-seen energies.  As the Tao Te Ching tells us: “this appears as Darkness.  Darkness within Darkness.  The Gate to all mystery.”

Yes! Darkness is a kind of knowing, without saying.  An understanding, without articulation.  A feeling, kept within, surrounding us; intimate, near, yet expansive and vast; unexpressed, yet SENSED.  The Source, from which All Arises, to which All Returns.  Just as we deeply sleep, dreamlessly, without images, and find our greatest rest there, so Darkness is the deepest well, to whom we always return, where there is such great care and sustenance: unspoken, gentle, strong; She simply Is.

To speak more of Her is possible, but not necessary.  For She is Ever and Always.  Before the Light, within the Light, after the Light grows dim and departs, She Is: inner and outer, the rich black-blue No-thing, In-and-Among-Things.  With us, unfailingly.

Yes!  We sing of the Goddess, Darkness!  Most eloquently, with Silence.  Resting, peacefully, in the Dark.

II.

O Beauty, so needed in seemingly Ugly Times!  To sing of Beauty, we must sing beautifully!  And move beyond Her mere definition as “that which causes pleasure to the senses.”  Though She certainly does bring us pleasure, when we see or hear or taste Her, in sounds or substances which manifest Her, Beauty is something “more” or “other than” “mere pleasure.”  Although She does provide us pleasure, Beauty is not limited to, or always marked by, pleasure.

She is “more and other than” mere symmetry or balance of form, or of elements within a formed whole.   She both startles and comforts us, when we meet Her.  Never dull, though sometimes subdued.  All shades and sounds can speak of Her – but always in a unique and notable manifestation.  Combined or alone, solitary or multitudinous, when She is present, the parts and the whole make her clear, unmistakable, instantly recognizable, always Herself.

O Beauty, We always know it is You, when we see or hear or feel you (on the tongue or the fingertip or in the ear or eye)!  You are something deeper, truer, than sensual pleasure alone – though the Senses are our doors to You!  You are not an abstraction, but an always-embodied actuality.  In all places on the Earth, from every tribe and tongue and nation, you have Been Brought Forth.  Yes, wherever You appear, there is something joyous, and true beyond proof, a deep feeling, which calls to all who behold You.  The most beautiful Beauty, in fact, is not a matter of the one who perceives it, simply thinking it is so.  Beauty compels the eyes, the ears, the touch, the tongue, whenever She Is with us.  She makes herself known as Wonderful, echoing within us beyond the surface sense, reaching the Inner with her piercing power of Presence.  Yes, Beauty, you are bountiful, and blessed, marking Life and making the experience of it worthwhile.  Yes, simply to gaze upon you, and all creatures and creations in which You dwell, who are You, make Life worthy and wondrous.

Though we sense you as being outside us, when we gaze upon or hear or touch someone or something, you call to us inwardly.  Beauty always touches us inside, interiorly, even though we apparently perceive Her as outside us, exterior.  Yet She is always striking, always arresting, always compelling, always unforgettable.  The most beautiful Beauty never leaves us, but is branded in our memories, our soul-eye, living within us long after the original Beauty-Source (the “thing” we saw or heard or felt) has faded, left us, or been lost.  Beauty Herself is never lost to us, once found.  To encounter Her is to receive a lasting impression.  And every time she appears, she is ever-fresh, ever-new, a new time which is always a First Time.

O, how we need You, Beauty, in these times of such difficulty and pain for so many, with so many ugly acts committed, so many ugly souls which harm, so much destruction of Earth and Her Peoples by a decaying, dying political-economic culture which is Wayward and Poisonous.  The cruelty of the times breeds ugliness.  Yes, we need You, Beauty, and are so grateful that you never leave us, especially now.

Today and Always, Beauty, we sing of You, because you bless us so richly, so fully, a sparkling fountain never failing!  We meet you, and marvel, in every form and content which is . . . Beauty-Full!

III.

In addition, in the suffering we see and experience in these times, which are so truly ugly, so needful of Beauty – our Time and Times are also destructive, and call for primal and authentic Creativity.  As the old passes, and falls, we must be Creators; amidst despair and destruction, we who love Life know: we must create, and are creating, the New.

To be Creators, of course, takes courage.  Perseverance.  Open-ness to risk.  Willingness to face ourselves, to do Inner Work, to seek in the Dark Source for bright jewels we can mine and bring to the surface, and share.  To face our fears – and see them disappear when confronted.  We must be diligent.  And always celebrating, sensing and exuding Delight.

To be creative entails the commitment to being solitary, distinctive, sometimes misunderstood – and even lonely.  For it is in solitude, in silent lonely times and places, looking at the dark mirror of the Dark Source Within – it is in that solitary place, from that unique time, that our greatest shaping comes, of what Only We Can Shape.

Creating also entails the courage to share.  To be with; to receive insights and observations and criticisms and encouragement from others.  To create communities of Creators; to build bonds which last, across time and space; to create harmonies and collages between minds and hearts and souls.  Murals on the walls of the world will change them from hard well-guarded armed boundaries into monuments to open-ness and possibility.  Every edifice of oppression awaits the graffiti-writers and mural painters of gorgeous remaking.  Done in concert, in tribes and conclaves and assemblies and dance troupes of Creators.

Yet, though Creativity arises from within, from dreams and thoughts and premonitions and careful considerations, it always takes form outwardly, becomes the New, from our Within to being shared with the World.  By the work of our Hands.

Our fingers, our hands, are most often how creativity happens.  Even if we create with machines (typing on the keyboard of a computer, holding a camera, grasping or cradling other devices) – our hands hold the tool.  If the tool is a hammer, a chisel, or a paintbrush, a pen, a mouse well-handled – our fingers grip, our hands guide.  And there is always a sweet sensation, a [  ] feeling, when our fingertips touch, and the New Creation flows forth, never before seen or heard.  Whether with a musical instrument, a digital device, a lump of clay, a stone, or pieces of paper – what once was becomes a Fresh-What-Is through the caring and committed work of our hands.  When dancing, though, our whole bodies become the space, the time, the felt flow, of the Just-Born Beauty.  But in every case, whenever we engage in it, Creativity comes from within, and then emerges, caressed by our hands, limbs, minds, and souls, birthed as the Newly Made.

However, Creativity does not only appear in the realms of the aesthetic, the so-called “arts” (literature, painting, sculpture, crafting, music, dance, etc. etc.).  Our call to be Creators entails every aspect of life: work, sleep, play, relationships, self-identities, spiritual practices, economics, and politics.  Forms and traditions in all of these life-sectors are changing constantly, breaking in pieces, collapsing – one might say “dying before our eyes.”  Since what we expect, whether in relationships, work, or public life, always fails to be completely fulfilling, and is rarely honest or sustainable – we must continue to create.  New ways of configuring relationships, families, communities.  New ways of nurturing our souls and inner lives.  New ways of understanding who we are, as women, men, human beings.  And of great importance: creating new ways to work, to live, to “make a living,” and to shape the world through our actions, individually and collectively (the latter is sometimes called “politics”).

As we have posted before: all can sense, taste, feel, that the older forms which seem to dominate the world are cracking, falling, passing.  They do NOT work!  In response, knowing what we know and who we are, we claim our human-ness, and sing and celebrate it, and Make OurSelves Anew, each day, in the small actions and the larger platforms of public life and discourse: we Live as Creators.

Let us continue to be Brave!  Let us continue to enter uncharted unknown territory – the post-capitalist, post-brutal-oppression future – which lives in us each Day!  Not simply in dreams and hopes and visions; but in what we do, what we choose, who we Are, alone and with one another, as we tread wisely in the Natural Realm and on the paths of Our Mother Earth.  Let us Create the New World!  It is not merely a New World Coming.  It is the New World which is ours, which we make, every Day, in every Today.  We are its fearless Creators!

In the quiet of a later afternoon,
over-warm in Southern California,
grateful for sacred moments, knowing the Land is Deep Earth,
not owned by those with papers, titles, deeds,
but those who were born in it, on it, from it, who tread upon it,
who shine in their souls from its soil-ful glory;
contemplating and considering, a Song comes forth:

From the deep and the inner
comes something true,
a swirling spiral;
rising, probing, plumbing down and in
toward the Waters Within
and the Dark Source.

A labyrinth from below,
emerging surfaceward,
round, spheric,
marking out the movement of thought and feeling
from depth to consciousness.

Sparkles on the sides, sign, suggestions,
lit by Darkness, led through Deeps.
More arises, unsung, beautiful, yearning, silent.
The daylight wanes, the moon-phase waxes.
And through and from it all, is Love Unspeakable.

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