April 13, 2003
Awakened Woman's Circle is working for peace
"Mother, remember us"
OCT. 11, 2001
by Lauren Raine
"She rust us with blossom,
She will seal us with Her seed"Robin Williamson
One monthafter the world ended.
The little island world we,
the privileged few, could pretend
was safe, forever,
and worse, righteous.
The fallen towers, the fiery messengers
of unfathomable destruction yet to come,
the massing troops,
the dreary dance
of jealous gods who will have no others.
I watch tourists barefoot on this beach.
They came here, I imagine, as I have,
to remember, not to forget.
To recall a red dog, and a yellow-haired child as they enter the water, their cries of goodly shock and honest forever's, cold, blue, and always new.
A white heron, balanced in perfect equanimity upon one leg.
I remember, wave forms,
stories overlaying feet,
transparent hieroglyphs of infinity.
Her way of speaking.
Gaia.
Her manifest, unspoken words
always, always
of woven love.
A brown man lies upon the cliff,
spread eagled
between sky and sea and land,
sand sunk, leaf-molten, blackberry thorn - The green.
Toes, fingers, flesh reaching into the green redeeming Earth.
He is rooting himself. He is taking himself back.
I lie down in grateful imitation,
a stranger in companionable
human proximity,
sharing this rite of re-membering.
A girl walks on this very beach
yesterday and 30 years ago.
She is
sourcing
sourcing
the one who lives here,
river Goddess
with no name.
She has made a mermaid offering
of sand and stick and seaweed.
Companions arrive to offer shells,
and return to Berkeley,
to Vietnam, the Cold War, the Berlin Wall, the war, the wall, the war, the walls, the resistance, the media (the revolution will not be televised)
a generation to end war,
raise Atlantis,
and raise the new and golden age
(Give peace a chance. The revolution will not be televised.)
the war
the war to end all wars
and the summer of love....
How
did we get here
from there?
I call you back, girl.
I am at the other end of this life now.
Your sand prayers ring here still:
Mother, remember us.