They say:
We are eternally connected to
The living, breathing land
The rocks, the trees, the wind, the plants
All share one sacred space, a unified energy
A heart that beats in unison
With all that was
All that is
All that will ever be
And time is an endless river
With no beginning, no end
Streaming and blending
A fluid dance of stars and gods
We say:
We are all separate entities
Individual souls driven by ambition
searching for moments that
Make us feel temporarily alive
All in competition
We each occupy our own lot
Our turf, our real estate
Eight billion heartbeats
Pounding out different rhythms
Chopping time into discreet moments
Days, minutes, seconds, zeptoseconds
A death march of precision
Marking the moments
A cacophony of voices
All screaming in silence
To a God who is as removed from our lives
As the rocks, the trees, the wind, the plants
They say:
We have found the essence of our being
In ancient herbs and mushrooms
That nurture the body and heal the heart
Opening us to a sense of wonder
Dissolving the illusions that keep us apart
Ripping the veil that divides us
From the cosmos
From the rocks, the trees, the wind, the plants
From God
From ancient wisdom
From each other
We Say:
Your essence is a disease, a symptom, a label
And we have found the cure in pills
That cause impotence and apathy
But they are better than your healing customs
Because our scientist have validated their worth
And our politicians have rendered your fungi and sacred plants
Illegal, verboten
And our priests have judged your traditions as archaic, barbaric
They say:
Give us our fungi and sacred plants
Back
For you have stolen our souls, our past, our future, our common identities
We say:
In due time
They say:
Time is up
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