falling from the sky, a message a thousand times repeated
silent and steady
called by roots of countless beings in backyards, in parks, on sidewalks, on the riverbanks, in the mountains
called by the hearts of those in prayer.
how do you know a truth?
is it something you think? is it something you find in your mouth after it escapes some mysterious lair? is it something you learn? something you earn? is it something you notice only sometimes, like the sunset as you drive from work to the store to home, even though it may always be in front of you? is it something you ignore until another makes you name it? something casually in the background like a confident housecat?
or is it something that exists in your body? something that reverberates inside you? a knowing from that sacred elsewhere that you may have trouble explaining?
tightness crawls out of the cave of my chest. my vision changes as eyes feel its pull. beauty and trust are harder to see. is it you? or you? or me? there must be someone around who is making this happen. forget the poison, this is progress. trampling the prairie, the protectors, my heart. even as my words fall out in orderly fashion, connecting history to present, money to management to massacre, my body tries to invert itself. this is not the world it knows. my bones sing the language of the dirt and the stars. my muscles tell me there is tenderness in each human body. my blood shares stories of the water crawling through cracks, roaring in rapids, swelling in waves, floating in air, flowing in bodies in bodies in bodies.
i pray to the water. i don’t know what i am doing but i pray.
how to express the clarity inside me? that those voices saying the pipeline must not be built are right. that the history of us silencing and killing and dehumanizing the original peoples of this continent is all too real. and all too unacknowledged. and is so very ready to be healed.
am i mad? this truth that screams from inside out longs to be seen.
and so i light my candle when i am alone. i let my eyes say everything to any who will catch them.
and i surrender to the mystery, to the belief that change is here, to the strength of this spirit, to the work that is before me, to all the feelings that crowd my temple, and to step after step after sacred step.