Sacred Collective Contract

 

 

Sometimes there are moments

Hemorrhaging with intensity

That seem to ask more of us

 Than we ever thought we could give.

There are days that stand out glaring

From other days

Building rhythm upon rhythm of

Staggering and real emotions

I cannot say with certainty that this is just the Kali Yuga, the dark age,

and the impending Satya Yuga, the peaceful age

 will come to soothe us after this, no

I cannot name it that way.

This is a moment in time that astrologers have

Much to say about but I cannot find refuge

In their words and assertions.

I must sit upright, stand upright and admit

How close to the edge this all feels right now.

So many people repeating that they too

Cannot breathe, but I am unlike them

And I know I must take deeper breaths

Breathing into my core, while I still can and because

So many could not. I will breathe with intention

With compassion, and commit myself to action

Taking action for the countless atrocities we are collecting

On record, and for those we name, and cannot name because

We never knew their names. Those unnamed have stories

That fill the nights with a presence that makes my eyes tear up, my throat dry,

And we all know why.

And so as the moments of right now reverberate off the walls surrounding us,

Perhaps we go outside and dig our hands into dirt, perhaps we give water to the green growing things

That sustain our lives and health. Perhaps we learn that we are multidimensional

Multifaceted creatures that can create better outcomes, healthier and more beautiful

Outcomes, that can create better internal worlds that translate into a more sustainable,

Just external world. We are these beings, in this moment of time and it is our sacred collective

Contract to do our parts in the grand scheme of creating a world better than and beyond our

Wildest dreams.