Of Three Minds
And whom do I call my enemy?
An enemy must be worthy of engagement.
I turn in the direction of the sun and keep walking.
It’s the heart that asks the question, not my furious mind.
This Morning I Pray for My Enemies, Joy Harjo
Is it not myself?
All around the trauma rises.
To the surface some boil in the matter.
Tensions, they say, seem higher than the norm.
Mutating the species runs unseen demotic.
I pick up on the lines and twist them.
We are in a global vortex and it is being used against us.
I dream of the land my soul is from.
Pandemic dreams, a recurring dream to reality.
And whom do I call my enemy?
The best option for humans and animals is to flee.
Sing matins in the darkness of the early morning.
Disaster capitalists do not sleep.
They wait like vultures to pounce on prey.
Trauma upon trauma and trauma passes down in the genes.
So many names to name yet they must be spoken.
The gut is the smallest of the cousins to the sun. Food scarcity,
Anything can be weaponized to storm the heart and mind.
Not all are hungry to see both injustice and love.
An enemy must be worthy of engagement.
This is the morning of the wise heart.
This is the morning of a clear mind.
Forgiveness is personal, do it while paying attention.
Be fierce in feeling both the anger and the blessing.
Manipulation marbles and destroys the earth.
The other of otherness slips in a friend.
I have seen the shadows and touched the tree.
I have had the ocean slap my face.
Watched all the domesticated and wild animals head north.
I turn in the direction of the sun and keep walking.
Mythmakers continue their daily tasks.
Farm to table with the dailies in a birdcage mask.
Sacred geography holds the body in the palms.
Stars in the universal hand tremble in fear. Vibrating sands,
Glass, ash, or dust, move through the lungs.
I box breathe waiting on the turn. To serve is all there is.
Trauma boiled off the surface has a recipe.
To serve opens the door from the heart to the mind.
Is it a global disaster or the collective hive mind?
It’s the heart that asks the question, not my furious mind.
