In Julia's Words
Julia Butterfly's Poetry
Attack On Luna
Beyond Boundaries
Imagine...
the possibilities.
Step out of the fears
of perceived reality
long enough to honor that some things
just can not be explained,
rationalized or quantified,
sorted or packaged.
Believe...
that wings of butterflies
can create
storms on the other side of the world.
Imagine...
that what we think we know
is only the scratching of the surface
of a deeper pool
of possibilities.
Believe...
that magic and ideals
are in the understanding
that we can never truly comprehend
the complete hows and whys
no matter how hard we try.
Imagine...
that there is more to what we see
than what we see
in the infinite sea
of possibilities.
Believe...
that somewhere in the questions
lies the purest answers.
Regardless of the proof
is the knowing.
In the knowing
is the being.
In the being
is the One
which enraptures
and enwraps
us all
in the infinite.
Possibilities that continue to unfold
as the bud of a flower
to the sun.
Petal by petal
opening and embracing
of the light, of something greater than ourselves,
yet at the same time
a vital,
integral
part of ourselves.
An opening,
an awakening
to the Oneness that is us,
to the Oneness that is all.
~ julia butterfly hill
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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.
Sunday, November 26, 2000
~ julia butterfly hill
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Visiting Luna
Photo by Shaun Walker/ OtterMedia
I knelt and touched
your wound today
and it hurt...
deeply.
I am so sorry,
I am so sorry,
I am so sorry
the only words
that made it through
my tears.
In your pain...
in my pain...
I felt the pain
of the world.
In your wound
I saw the wounds
of the world.
The chasm
of seperation,
the abyss
of lost souls...
holding on by a thread
to our roots
in this fragile fabric
called life.
The tear is deep,
but so is our commitment
to healing.
I go through waves
of grief...
my sadness at our disconnect
deep...
deep in the wound
of my soul.
I feel dazed.
The hurt
sometimes
is a haze
of my ability to see
clearly,
yet at the same time
it is opening and expanding
my heart
to see clearer,
to go deeper...
growing pains.
I know we will grow
together,
we will heal
together,
we will live
together.
We will live
to stand another day,
and we will grow
through the struggle
as it transforms
the sap of our grief
into the strength
of our tomorrow.
And hope
lives on
in our hearts
committed in action.
And the symbol
of you
lives on
in the hearts
of those
committed in action.
And the tear is deep,
but so is our commitment
to healing.
Wednesday, November 29, 2000
~ julia butterfly hill
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