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I would like to sit under
the Tree of Forgetfulness
for a time,
take a break from
All That I Know
of a world
that is turning so dark.
the Tree of Forgetfulness
for a time,
take a break from
All That I Know
of a world
that is turning so dark.
Sister Owl,
sing us your song of peace.
We will sit under
Grandmother Cedar
and listen with our hearts,
longing for a time
when the people
of the world
will have forgotten war,
and learned to live together
without suffering.
sing us your song of peace.
We will sit under
Grandmother Cedar
and listen with our hearts,
longing for a time
when the people
of the world
will have forgotten war,
and learned to live together
without suffering.
Under the Tree of Forgetfulness
we will let go of
all that is clouded,
and invite in
all the light beings,
the Shambhala warriors
who will usher in
the thousand years of peace
we have been promised.
we will let go of
all that is clouded,
and invite in
all the light beings,
the Shambhala warriors
who will usher in
the thousand years of peace
we have been promised.
Perhaps the coming darkness
will hasten their arrival.
How long can Mother Earth
bear the grief
of our divisiveness,
the suffering of millions
of her human
and non-human creatures?
will hasten their arrival.
How long can Mother Earth
bear the grief
of our divisiveness,
the suffering of millions
of her human
and non-human creatures?
How much longer
can we bear it?
can we bear it?
Please, Sister Owl,
sing us a healing song,
so we can continue
to believe
that peace is possible
among the human race.
sing us a healing song,
so we can continue
to believe
that peace is possible
among the human race.
If only throwing the weight of consciousness over to the light, the positive and the healing would help to eliminate the negatives of our history that leads to a devastating future. I love the hopefulness of this poem.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, there are a lot of things one would hope to be able to forget under the Tree of Forgetfulness. It would be nice, for a time, to let go of all that is clouded! Good thoughts here, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteI need this- a little nap under that tree of forgetfulness...instead all the imagery and horror is numbing my mind...I can't hear it but, Sherry, I hope that owl is singing a peace song.
ReplyDeleteYour words are so tender, so full of love for a misdirected humanity, so calm, Sherry! The owl song will definitely reach every longing heart. "a healing song" is what we need. B e a u t i f u l.
ReplyDeleteI am sure you would have a lot of company under that tree. I would gladly welcome in beings of light to help see us through this dark period of time. There is still hope as many still search and follow the path towards light.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to your sorrow over the state of the world but think we have to find ways to discover the Shamballa warriors within our own hearts and minds. Suzanne - Wayfaring - Wordpress blog.
ReplyDeleteI hope many people find peace and hope under the Tree of Forgetfulness - what a wonderful place to describe - Jae
ReplyDeleteIf only we can take a break from all that's happening in the world. I would also like to sit under your Tree of Forgetfulness even for a little while. Lovely poignant poem, Sherry.
ReplyDeletePlease, Sister Owl, please.....
ReplyDeleteP.S. I will remember this poem the next time I sit under a tree. Grateful for your words.
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