Where our beliefs will not let the mind go,
there true imagination cannot either flow.
As the Natives couldn’t see the big ships,
the invaders had their perception eclipse.
Intimate with travel and conquering feats,
yet estranged to our Mother’s heart beats.
With Ancestors alike their New World kin,
still what they saw was a world full of sin.
And as it had befallen their people before,
they lay waste to those beyond the shore.
Thus yet another great Paradise was lost;
the rejection of Nature has a terrible cost.
Continuity with a price increasingly steep;
the Old World wound is ancient and deep.
Our innate spirituality violently up-rooted,
with intuition & conscience all but muted.
The broken always seek a reality remake;
to be whole again, or for all else to break.
And now, that choice falls on us to make;
past guilt and blame, for everyone’s sake.
Even if the dissociation is a mastered art,
we are still all Native in body and at heart.