We,
the modern people,
suffer the dusk,
challenge the night,
anticipate the dawn,
hoard the day.
We are divided from wholeness.
We are alienated from the holy.
We are strangers before the sacred.
Our souls
are uncomfortable in our skins.
We are,
made ourselves,
allowed ourselves to become
prisoners
locked away from
the wonder, wisdom, wildness
of earth and sky.
Our ancestors would not recognise us
as their relations,
because we are not related
to the world around us,
the world that surrounded them.
Though we have maps,
GPS and satnavs,
we are lost,
we have wandered
far off the path
of authentic being.
For without gadgets and gimmicks,
our ancestors knew where they were,
they knew their place,
could find their way
to what mattered most.
They,
the ancient ones,
awaited the dusk,
respected the night,
relished the dawn,
cherished the day.
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Thank you. We is beautiful.
I appreciate you comment, hairymare. It sat on my desktop for a while, and now was the time it wanted to be published, appropriately close to Samhain when we remember our ancestors.
Love this so much Aurora. You have really captured the distance I feel from my ancestors. ❤️