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Take away the oil...

A new consciousness is arising, I can see it everywhere. Individuals and groups transcending boundaries, meeting the other, reconciling with the 'enemy,' and finding shared humanity.
Watching the news, one would think there was nothing but bombings and suicide attacks, hatred on all sides. But there is good news: seeds, children of peace, sulha, friends of the earth, and all nations (1), we just don't hear much about them. There are also people making babies together and others making art. There is beauty. "There can never be too many of us dreaming of peace"(2). We are stronger together.

The Middle East is becoming increasingly polarized: the ultra conservative right and the fundamentalists are increasing in number and loudness. The globe is heating up, the oil is running out, and we are killing each other over it. Meanwhile, the river is becoming a creek.

Take away all the oil, only water can quench my thirst.

Black gold oozes from the dry crust.
We argue over land ownership.
Who are we to claim the earth; at best, we are its hosts, at worst, its rapists. We fight for resources and the copyright on god. Our way is the right way, our word the final word, and our book His truest revelation. And forget her, she's pagan and demonic, even if she looks pretty.

If I were g-d, I would resign,
I would descend from my throne and call the whole thing off
I might reinstate Her.

There is no time to dwell on the past, the future is approaching. Prophecies are coming up, the Mayan calendar is about to conclude, the wall is being built, and people are awaiting the Messiah. Are we about to expire, or shift? People are afraid of nuclear war, a slip of a finger and the end of civilization. Ohers are looking forward to the apocalypse. It's worrisome.
Our myths are dysfunctional: injustice and domination, women left in the middle of the desert with a handful of dates; fathers sacrificing their sons in the name of the patriarch. Deception, exile, domination, mutilation, persecution; expulsion from Egypt, Palestine, Eden; forever in exile, always yearning for the holy city of peace, but never having it.
Orshaleem al Qudss. The reality is sadly ironic, but we set ourselves up for it thousands of years ago with the wives of Abraham. It's in the books. But in the books too is talk on finding water: the promised land, God's kingdom, al-jannah, paradise. Is it a place, a destination, or our highest aspiration?
War cannot bring peace, but dance can.
It is here, it is now.

(1) if you know of peace organizations, please add them in the comments, I'd like to start a network of links.
(2) Quote came from the world dreams peace bridge.


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The wind doth deceive me and your voice I hear in the tree shrubs
Possessed am I with your eyes
They pierce my womb and into earth's core
I fall to your embrace

عشقٌ وجنون

Smile to me
For you I set my eyes on fire
With the lashes of your eyes
Hide me in the wallpaper
So I can stay near you