Tuesday, March 13, 2012
"Whose Blood?" (poem by Dorothy)
Whose Blood?
One speaks and says,
“Speak as though your mouth
were filled
with the blood of God.”
Another says,
“Dance in your own blood.”
I ask,
whose blood is it
that is flowing?
Is it mine,
is it yours,
the animals,
ox and field mouse,
deer and salmon fish,
the little ones who
inhabit our houses,
sleep beside our pillows
at night?
Whose blood is cascading
like waterfalls
down the sides of the mountains,
falling like rainstorms
from the clouds hovering above?
Whose blood is streaming?
Is it ours?
Dorothy Walters
March 13, 2010
At this moment of world crisis, it is, I believe, important to be mindful of both the shadow and the light, to have the courage to face the terrible reality that confronts us in terms of planetary survival, yet not lose sight of the wondrous light that is also available to us at those times when we are in total sync with the divine flow. This poem addresses the possibility of total apocalypse--it is intended simply to remind us that we cannot afford to ignore the serious nature of the issues that confront us.
At the same time, joy and even ecstasy are available as well--in a paradoxical union.
(The first quote is from Jean Houston, according to my source. The second is, as I recall, from Rumi.)
One speaks and says,
“Speak as though your mouth
were filled
with the blood of God.”
Another says,
“Dance in your own blood.”
I ask,
whose blood is it
that is flowing?
Is it mine,
is it yours,
the animals,
ox and field mouse,
deer and salmon fish,
the little ones who
inhabit our houses,
sleep beside our pillows
at night?
Whose blood is cascading
like waterfalls
down the sides of the mountains,
falling like rainstorms
from the clouds hovering above?
Whose blood is streaming?
Is it ours?
Dorothy Walters
March 13, 2010
At this moment of world crisis, it is, I believe, important to be mindful of both the shadow and the light, to have the courage to face the terrible reality that confronts us in terms of planetary survival, yet not lose sight of the wondrous light that is also available to us at those times when we are in total sync with the divine flow. This poem addresses the possibility of total apocalypse--it is intended simply to remind us that we cannot afford to ignore the serious nature of the issues that confront us.
At the same time, joy and even ecstasy are available as well--in a paradoxical union.
(The first quote is from Jean Houston, according to my source. The second is, as I recall, from Rumi.)
