Lost

We have lost our mothers.

We have lost our fathers.

We are like little boys and girls, trying to find our way in the world without the elders to guide us. Doing the best we can, while deep down fearing we are alone and ill-equipped to do the job at hand.

Yet, there is no one else. We feel adrift and disconnected, like islands bobbing about in a sea of distrust.

We are not brave enough to catch the eyes of those of toil alongside us.

We cannot bring ourselves to touch the hand of another, lest they see our vulnerability and resent us for it, or worse, take advantage.

Now we are the mothers and the fathers, and we must teach our children how to live.

But we are parenting through our fear and our disillusionment. We are children raising children, not knowing what we are doing, but pretending that we do.

We are all waking up in our 40s and 50s, looking down the road to our 70s and 80s, along a tangled arthritic path riddled with backache and chronic disease.

The Mother of Earth is stirring now. Awakening in response to our loneliness and our emptiness. She knows the cure. Envelopes us in her tender motherly love, encouraging us to hold hands, trust one another, and come together like the ancients did - combining our efforts to create something bigger and better than ourselves.

I see a newborn in my dreams. Swadled in white linen. Nuzzling against my chest.

I feel the fierce fire of protection as I hustle my way through the people who would seek to take it away.

I am the mother now, and I cradle the seeds of the future in my arms. I was once the warrior, but the future thrives on tenderness and love, not more war and division. We have done all that to death, and look at the wretched pain it has brought us to.

I see us all in a field of white, holding hands, linking arms, hugging and comforting each other, our hearts and centres open to the world. Collaborating, sharing knowledge, bonded together in a thriving network of divine purpose.

We have lost the mothers and the fathers of old, but we are the old mothers and fathers now.

Look into the eyes of your bright and happy children, and see the spark of unbounded creation in their eyes.

The world is not done. The Earth is not doomed. She is silently extracting herself bit by bit from the binds we have placed upon her in a bid to dominate and to control.

The future is breaking free. Expanding. Illuminating from within and without.

It draws up and liberates all who wish to start anew. Those who remember deep within that we are never alone, never abandoned, because we are all one.

The universe knows your name, and is calling you home.

Like a child out to play, that has become lost in the woods. Listen to the voice of the one that cares for you. The one that calls you home.

We have become lost to ourselves, but She's here.

Listen to the beating of your heart, for She's here.

Follow the signs and the sounds in the air. The future has come. Now you're found.