Joanna Macy

and there is no choice but to go with the flow

a rite of passage out of the plague of numbness

where we cant avoid looking into the ugliness

and where we have no choice but to wake up to the beauty

Perhaps if I walk the earth softly enough

I can feel the roots move below my feet in a slow search for water

I can feel the earth turn

and stay close to the magic

that holds me connected to all that is

The eye of the world watches as Gaia shudders

and thousands of lives are lost is on Burma and China

We are reminded of the frailty of our future

and perhaps our only survival

is to open our hearts to this great mystery

Will you step into this dream time with me?

Will you cross the gateway?

Ride these rapids?

This rite of passage?

--bev reeler