Untitled: Sunday,
November 26, 2000
— julia butterfly hill
 I heard
today . . .
Luna's been cut.
Two-thirds and maybe more.
Someone
in their rage,
in their anger,
in their frustration
struck
out at Luna
wanting to hurt Her . . .
wanting to hurt me
the
way they must be hurting inside.
See . . .
what we do to
the Earth
we do to each other.
And how we treat the Earth
is
reflected in how we treat each other.
The pain I feel right
now that threatens to rip me apart
is the pain I feel every
time I see an Ancient Elder cut. . .
the pain I feel every
time another species goes extinct . . .
the pain I feel every
time someone yells at a child . . .
the pain I feel every time
another woman dies of breast cancer
caused by all the legal
pollutants in her food,
her planet,
her life . . .
The
pain I feel every time I think of Leonard Peltier locked inside
our
prisons of disrespect and disconnect.
On and on and on
the
pain in our world grows bigger and erupts.
Ricocheting bullets
school yards and halls.
Chainsaws
to sacred beings.
When do we begin to look at where this DIS-EASE
begins?
In the disconnection from the sacred . . .
In
the disconnection from the heart.
The person who ripped metal
into Luna's flesh
is just as ripped apart inside as Luna now
is,
as
I now am,
as is the world.
May the tears that pour out
from the depths of my soul
cleanse the sadness of any who
would wish to react in rage.
The person who so viciously
attacked Luna
has
enough anger for the world.
May we love ever more
May
we motivate ourselves to committed love in Action
May we
motivate ourselves to live the life we wish to see in the world.
May
we be the transformation we wish to see in the world.
From
the inside out . . .
From the roots branching upwards . .
.
From
the heart
to thought
to word
to action.
Through
life's trials and hardships
we can arise beautiful and free.
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