image by Joseph Horvat
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this poem has two sections:
egregor: a thought-form created by and held within the minds of a group of people. This thought-form can be destructive or it can be nurturing. Our thought-forms keep us stuck or set us free.
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the system
that runs
this current
age
destroys
this current age
and
all future ages
its only objective
profit
power
at any cost
rendered
forests
streams
habitats
butterflies
mountains
oceans
passenger pigeons
Life
boiled down
to their
parts
and sold
——–
even if
we see
the boiling
and
the selling
we comply
we plug our nose
with artificial
fragrance
to avoid
smelling the decay of betrayed bodies
the toxic
egregor
that holds
the disregard
for destruction
has penetrated
each of us
——–
we
ferment
the contaminated
compost
that grows
this destruction
in our desire
for comfort
for ease
can we
wrap ourselves
around
the terror
and the grief
of what
we do not want
to see
?
each gadget
that does
something
easily
quickly
was not part
of the world
until we
agreed
“I want that“
the puffed cushions
filled with polyester
the recliner chair
stuffed with polyurethane
the electric toothbrush
bristling with nylon
each element
of their making
came from some where
a somewhere
that
belonged
in every dimension
of what that means
to
a living earth
a hole was dug into her skin
to steal what she is
stealing her organs
products of a wound
scabbing everything
there is
can not be put back
never can be put back
sold out
——–
who
had lived in that place
before
we said “I want”
what web of life had
flourished in that place
who
lived there
before
we said “I want”
?
who we
took no time to know
and now will never know
can never know
——–
yet we keep buying
our comfort
and our ease
to send destruction
to a living earth
to render her down
for profit
for power
for progress
for ease
for comfort
> what comfort there is in destruction <
can this
unfaceable FACT
not reach us
enough
penetrate us
enough
?
can we not
look
look at
the terror
and the grief
?
can we not
pound the earth
with our loving fists
and say no
demand no more
can we risk
everything
to stop
risking everything
?
can we
turn to face
the darkness of our desires
?
——–
our thoughts
fuel
the destruction
our thoughts
hold up the bridge
more construction
of more destruction
the egregor
we fashion
into being
in our very bodies
on our very bodies
our words
our actions
our desires
keeps the beast
intoxicated
keeps the beast
thrashing
blindly
keeps
the
beast
here
——–
yet
all this
is nothing
but an
egregor
a thought form
a thing
with no form
driving all
the forms
of destruction
engulfing everything
engulfing
everything
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our thoughts
create
the world
we inhabit
our thoughts
create the ground
of restoration
all we risk
is entanglement
participation
contribution
Life
a life that
feels
alive
as we push
against
that which is not
easy
as we
find
our limits
as our hearts
learn
the earth’s capacity
to generate
to heal
to hold
to gift
to us and all Life
in response
to our
becoming
into relationship
trusting
knowing
gifting
as we
shift
into an
egregor
of reciprocity
we feel our
interconnections
we feel our
wildness
our depth
our breadth
an egregor
that holds
deep grief
deep love
for
ourselves
and all beings
an egregor
of belonging
of remembering
of wisdom
as we
weave this
way of
being
a thought form
is woven
like a golden
web
charged
with light
we predict a life
in which
we are
perpetually
fueled
by our connection
to all things
our obligation
to life
is our joy
filling everything
filling
everything