The authors of history are among us still.
And believe me they believe what they believe
As sincerely as the millions who are simply looking for a life, a purpose.
Who are the good people? We are all good people
Except when we are not. Meanwhile the forests are felled..
Who despises us and for what reason? Whom do we
Despise and for what reason?....
“What’s on your mind” we say to each other.
As though it’s some kind of weight.
I’m in a forest that we speak of in the day as being in danger of felling. As night falls it is too close to nightmares to bring into conscious thought. If we do, our enemies might stalk us in the dark and keep our dreams of a beloved community from forming. It’s hard to say who the enemy is – the oil companies that will come in to drill, and build roads and communities around them? The government in Georgetown, Guyana that sold the mining rights out from underneath the Amerinians? Or we consumers with our electricity eating gadgets and cars?
This despising is a weight – I see it in the conservationists around me and I feel it in my heart. If I could have the yellow breast of the macaw, perhaps I would be too delighted with myself and my kind to look at anything or anyone but in awe.
Whom do you despise and why?