Where the Rivers Meet
Deep in the ancestral womb of our birth
Lies the great mystery
Of not only our lives but the
history of our forefathers.
The lineage of our family’s struggle and
It is instinctive in the longings
the compass of our journey.
If it is not honoured, our deep roots,
we will surely be lost and wandering
on this beautiful planet.
Trapped in the teachings of the modern world,
the institutions and political structures that
Have you asked if those structures themselves have lost
their compass, the foundations of their
The morality, rights and purposes for which they were developed.
I have found them wanting, misguided and lacking compassion
I have seen and felt the corrupted purposes
and certainly the misguided justifications
of the veiled and cloaked rationality
So deeply entrenched are the power brokers they are not
able to see the hollowness
of the misspent energy.
I say go back dear comrades, honor your traditions
Your grandmothers and grandfathers
Go back and look to the lineage
You will soon see
We are living in chaos.
Our children surely see it, listen to them.