Excavation by David Seay

We are a culture that glorifies the explosion.

Consumption is our icon next to destruction and erosion,

And while the waters are still flowing,

addiction dips it’s toes in;

And adds to the pollution,

Which is why some of us are glowing.

Tuned to confusion through over stimulation of useless information,

As we are speaking about nothing while in communication,

We cling to opinions that hinder revelation.

Time for an excavation,

Not of the land,

But the inner world of man;

For all of our relations.

The rocket ships we take;

A symbol of exploration,

Or escape?

I must ask.

Why can’t we take care of what we have before we expand our destructive path?

Our new symbol is the mask,

Our old one was the flag;

Trading freedom for security,

And doing it quite fast.

This is a ground breaking,

Earth quaking,

Life shaking,

Quickening of our reality.

The warriors are awakening.

Focus on vitality.

Foundation for our families.

Everyday a celebration.

Fireworks of appreciation explode vocally through me without even littering or frightening anyone locally.

Implode on an inner world to cultivate a love so innate that there is no need to escape.

This is what we celebrate.

Discern, observe, manage, regulate.

Write a book,

Become an author.

Chop wood,

Carry water.

With a skip in the step,

And a song in the heart.

Dance to the stars.

Work harder and harder on something you love;

Then do something you don’t like for someone going through something tough.

Spread the laughter and sweep the heavy,

Not under the rug but off of the levee.

Fire works,

To burn up all that heavy burden that we carry,

So don’t freak out when things get scary.

There is a way to face the music,

And dance right through it;

Even the mess humans are cocreating,

Can be cleaned and made pristine if we worked together as a team instead of constantly debating.

I am praying,

But not just bargaining or asking God,

Nor constantly complaining;

They are yearnings of the heart and soul,

Told of what this life is needing~

My deepest prayers are not the words I say;

It is the act of my heart beating.

To keep us alive,

Our hearts are bleeding.

Pumping the love.

Delivering the message.

Passing on the truth of trust.

Carrying out the way for us all.

That’s a living prayer;

Listen for the call.

Let’s build another way,

Not another mall.

Author: GreatCosmicMothersUnited

I have joined with many parents affected with the surreal , yet accepted issue of child abuse via Pathogenic Parenting / Domestic abuse. As a survivor of Domestic Abuse, denial abounded that 3 sons were not affected. In my desire to be family to those who have found me lacking . As a survivor of psychiatric abuse, therapist who abused also and toxic prescribed medications took me to hell on earth with few moments of heaven. I will share my life, my experiences and my studies and research.. I will talk to small circles and I will council ; as targeted parents , grandparents , aunts , uncles etc. , are denied contact with a child for reasons that serve the abuser ...further abusing the child. I grasp the trauma and I have looked at the lost connection to a higher power.. I grasp when one is accustomed to privilege, equality can feel like discrimination.. Shame and affluence silences a lot of facts , truths that have been labeled "negative". It is about liberation of the soul from projections of a alienator , and abuser ..

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