Open the tear ducts!
Let the briny water flow,
For the decade of hope that never was.
Huddled round an open fire on the frozen lake at St. Moritz
midnight Jan 1st 2000.
Surrounded by family-
Three generations of our kin.
Sky lit up by fireworks, the frosty clear heavens open at
6000 feet,
Horse drawn carriages crossing the frozen ice as the
villagers pour out
To celebrate the millennium.
It was a defining and mythic moment for me
Where history, landscape and personal biography
intersected.
I felt both rooted in my genetic history; a link between my
parents and children (with siblings)
as well as exhilarated that we were literally on top of
Europe, in these Alps.
What would the next decade bring?
the century about to start
new beginnings in my 50th year.
It looked promising.
Now a decade later I look back with sadness
a decade older but not wiser;
Cry for the decade! I say
Cry for the Twin Towers that altered our self perception of
insular peace-at-home.
Cry for the children who never recovered or never made it
to adulthood.
Cry for the ongoing genocides and homicidal bombings of
the innocent
Cry for the extremism and literal readings of sacred texts
that pour out venom
in the name of Allah or God.
Cry for the mis-understanding of the love in all religion and
the projections of hate onto these systems of belief
Cry for the holy martyrs who destroy themselves in the
process.
Cry for the broken self who thought that I had finally the
tools to close in on “the truth”
only to dis-cover ever deeper recesses of darkness lurking
below the conscious surface.
Cry for the failing body and inability to change habits of the
flesh, despite “knowing” the facts of aging and diabetes.
Cry for the parents in anticipatory grief over fragility and
crustaciousness.
Cry for my children and my inability to make things easier
for them as they suffer.
Cry for the community that never fails to splinter and bask
in the holier-than-thou rhetoric.
Cry for the body politic that sinks to the lowest common
denominator of fear and hatred.
Cry for those who seem so close to the truth yet were
never so far away
Cry for absence of Zaddikim and the religious leaders who
mock them. å
Pray for the brokenness of humanity and its failure to learn
from the blood, still dripping into our century from the last,
the cries of the dead still moving the European soil.
Pray for those who cannot put resentment aside and
refuse compromise and healing over “the truth”.
Pray for the change of heart needed in all of us to see
each other as entangled and not separate.
Pray for the ability to see the define spark incarnate in all
sentient beings including the animal and mineral- for the
sake of our planet.
Pray for abundance in our lives and healing of body and
flesh.
Pray for vision to be able to see into the body itself its own
particular wisdom despite the oppressiveness of our
intellect.
Pray for our recovery from addiction to consumerism and
commoditization of all human values.
Pray for those in incarcerated in physical and mental jails
with no hope for escape.
Pray for those powerless over dominating and abusive
parents and spouses.
Pray for the Messiah to emerge from within us all.
