Big dipper hangs low in the northern sky
It’s cup scooping down, offering to carry me away to the land of the stars
“But I am in the land of the stars,” I say
“Yes, here on Earth.
On this beautiful Mother Earth
Where each night I get to look up and see you twinkle
Reminding me of ancestors come and gone
And each month I get to marvel at the waxing and waning of Grandmother Moon
And each year I get to wonder at the rainbow in the leaves, the crystals that fall from the sky, the new buds that swell in the morning dew, and the thunder that promises relief on a hot summer night
This is the land of the stars.”
“Yes, but what about the madness?” you say
“The gunshots heard around the world, the games played with people’s lives, the words thrown as if it doesn’t matter
What about the madness?
Come and I’ll take you away from it all”
“Away from it all where I can watch from on high, as you do each night?
Away from it all where I can watch my fellow Earthlings destroy the beauty I love so much?
Away from it all where safe from the pain I sacrifice too the joys of love, connection, community? The satisfaction of kicking my feet up and feeling the warmth of fire on my damp dreary toes after a hard days work?
I will take the pain. Because I too have hurt and caused pain, and I cannot bow out and leave my brothers and sisters.
I will stay and dance and sing and pray with them under your great sparkle.
I will stay and struggle to grow and feel and open to all that can be felt
I do not wish to hide.
Let me feel the ecstatic, the torturous, the sublime
Let me feel it all.”