Here we are, Naomi, children of Light born into captivity like our parents before us.
We do as we're told. It's all we know.
We buy. We sell. We use. We throw away.
We poison and we are poisoned.
We take. We other.
We are obedient prisoners.
Yet we cry at night. We long to escape. But where would we go"? How would we live?
We have no skills for any other life.
We look at the diminished world as through the wrong end of binoculars
And somehow know it is our home...
And every day we do the will of our captors.
We bow to Mammon, god of the Empire in which we live. We hate it but feel compelled.
We don't know how to stop.
Yet there is a seed in us that carries our identity.
We water it with our tears, and it swells within us.
We hurt. We want to do something, change something, break out.
But no, not yet.
All we can do now is to tend the seed.
Watch and wait. Cultivate faith in the dark process of germination.
We will know the Light when we see it inside.
It is Love.
It is home.
It is given.
It is effortless.
Doing is Empire thinking.
Allowing, acceptance; that is freedom. That is LIght.
We can be liberated only if we resist our indoctrination
And engage in the hard, counter intuitive work of being,
Listening,
Trusting,
Forgiving
Ourselves, and those parts of ourselves we call others, the process.
With singing.