We are a race
On the edge of a precipice,
A people unaware
Of the truth
Of our origins,
And why we are
Where we are.

We are a species
On the brink
Of our own extinction,
For our selfish visions
Have not yet undone
The decomposition of
Our humanity.

We have forsaken
The very source
That sustains us.

Our greed has destroyed
So much of the beauty
We were gifted –
The animals,
The trees,
The oceans -
The very water
That is our life –
We have poisoned it all.

We have given over
To a darkness
That cannot prevail
If we are to survive
With our Mother.

Reality is an illusion,
But not in the way
We once thought the Masters
Were trying to make us realize.

We must become
Un-woven.
Our story must be
Un-told.
And we must become
Re-purposed.

09/04/2015

Author's Note: This is a message. The words may have come from my fingers, but they are not my words.

Posted on 09/04/2015
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