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About Me
CremeDCoco
Avatar since: 12/02/06
Female
Age: 48 Age Verified
United States
Last log on: 08/25/08
"The purpose of light is to fill the darkness and travel on...
the purpose of life is to find the light and travel with it."
Breathing Life into the Future
I dreamed I was the Creator
and when I awoke I saw it was true
Joy and sorrow flow from my footsteps
Reality is becoming in each new moment
Walking into the future, every single step we take plants seeds
Seeds that will grow into the reality we will live in
You have control over the future, choose your seeds wisely
One seed can grow respect, one seed grows vision,
one seed grows beauty and grace,
and another seed grows hate
You are the sower, you are the Creator.
With each step, each word, you create a world
You bring reality into being each moment, every moment
Is it pain or kindness that you are planting with your steps today?
When you move on, what will trace the journey you walked?
Will it be the weeds of hatred, bitterness and sorrow?
And the twisted vines of resentment, envy and meanness
choking the ground and poisoning the future?
If you walk with courage, your steps will glow
with the flowers and blossoms of hope, joy and forgiveness
and the abundant fruits of community, tolerance and compassion
Radiant proof of Blessings from the Creator
How did you use Your Divinity today?
Were you poisonous or healing? Kind or cruel?
Were you a benevolent or vengeful Creator?
Tomorrow awaits your choices.
You have a World to Create
~ Abby Willowroot ~
My Interests
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no more hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.
The Rock cries out today,
you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,
Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
Knew nothing.
The River sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.
Today, the first and last of every Tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
Each of you, descendant of some passed
On traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name, you
Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Other seekers--desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.
I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes, into
Your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.
~ Maya Angelou ~
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I hear you Coyote, you old Trickster... I see you and know you.
And I know the purpose you serve.
You walk a difficult road, few forks, many pebbles and potholes.
But it is your road nonetheless for you have chosen
to accept its challenges.
I hear you. Your howl in the wind that makes me stop and wonder
where you are, and then, makes me consider where I am standing
at that moment.
I see you. I see that twinkle in your eye, as you present your many
faces. I see you and I see me in you. Here, in this place, you are
as a mirror.
I know you. You've taught me many lessons...shown me many new things
about my path and about myself...
shown me the you in me.
But here, in this place, I also hear a small howl from you.
A sound you make for yourself.
I suspect you are still growing into that role
(aren't we all?).
Still not completely comfortable in those clothes, perhaps?
We have all mourned our role at one time or another.
And then we rose above it.
Simplify, for yourself first. Then for those you're trying to teach.
These times are difficult. Many are just now awakening.
Play your role, but play it straight and fast...
for the lessons no longer have decades to be taught and we need your wisdom...
and so do you.
I heard your howl in the dark to announce your presence.
Time for you to join us all
at the fire.
Makoye Pitah
(Musings while contemplating the Fire)
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