Truth and Reconcilliation Day

  

Truth and Reconcilliation 

As your ancestors 

cry out to be heard

through the chaos 

that makes up 

this world of  lost, 

busy and greedy minds,

a world too many still cling to 

with white knuckles and heavy breath

as if it is the only reality,

my ancestors 

bow their head in shame

within me.

I feel the heaviness 

of their shoulders 

dragging mine  down

away from  ears

 full of the echoed cries of children,

of  lost women, 

of brave souls

mortally wounded by broken promises 

and exhumed from  the sandy depths 

of someone else's

unconsciousness. 

These ancestors within me

cry out for forgiveness

as they see clearly 

what they could not see

when they walked around in forms

that felt so righteous

 in their taking 

of that which was never theirs. 

The red, once proudly worn 

with national pride,

is replaced with the saffron

worn by those 

who have achieved 

the sight of truth

few will ever achieve 

in this busy world.

Though my form 

that carries the sins of my fathers

may never be worthy 

to wear such a cry for forgiveness,

I do so with the hope

of healing for all. 

© Dale-Lyn, July, 2021

We evolve as individual humans and as a race by learning to accept all that is. That acceptance includes accepting collective energy that created pain and suffering for others, Samskaras can be collective and intergenerational,  I believe. We can not push down these truths just because they are uncomfortable. We must accept the discomfort as we encourage these samskaras to come to the surface, be seen, be felt, and then released in a way that serves all best. This day is allotted to doing just that.

All is well.