Music For Our Mother

For too many people this home is not even a second thought.
We love on her.
We work on her.
We dream of tomorrow with her help.
But we’ll kill our mother and justify the murder.
We’ll scream progress until she screams and tears …
Then her tears will turn to fire.
Then our breath will be cut short.
She’ll scream and our hearts will explode.
She’ll shake in anger and we will shake in fear.
When her children forget they are hers…..she’ll kill them.

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If motherly love comes back to us she’ll give clarity and show the brightest sky.
Never will the sun look so good and the stars so inviting.
Her rain will feel like liquid love.
Her bounty will be for all time….
As long as motherly love is there…..it should be timeless.
She can open her heart or slam her fist.
Only we…thinking, breathing dreamers…takers and givers can summon her responses.

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For so long we’ve played the war music…
It had us marching like toy soldiers on a foolish road.
Our progress contained no love of life….
Only that unmistakable blind ambition.
Now our music must change its melody.
Our lungs must exhale love from our hearts now.
An atmosphere of forgiveness must convince the great lady.
We must plead for our lives in song and mean it to our souls.
The music must turn beautiful and life affirming.
The progress we seek must turn inward and outward to the spirit of life.
We must turn off our machines so she can hear the music that will save us.
No machine will save us from her anger.
Music really is divine.
Music can transmit the prayer for our lives.
But our deeds must be true to our music.
Never should we go against the singing prayers of life.
This time for all time we must be true to ourselves and all of life.