Being Taught by Oppression (poem)

These words have hung in my soul for over half a century.   they are ripe.

re membering this land standing
blessed by prayers of natives who bless it still
those we cannot kill
our children's strength borne upon the crooked backs
of women raped and starved and black

violence the context of  oppression
doing what others will not
these children born into narrower and narrower funnels of delusion as education
and yet we stand

can we create forgiveness as if it never happened
the grace of sky’s mind still lay curly white
hanging from heavens that smile
and  dance rain                                                                                                                                                                            watering  promise

bow to the oppressed
belly to sacred Earth pressed
barely able to catch the light from behind eyes of this starved messenger of forgetfulness

may my awakening teach me about the territory of kindness
to own my self inflicted habits of torture
because it is known as my country

leave it alone in the open fields of wild flowers cultivated by the ancestors
its poison bleeding out into the waters of all beasts who drink trustingly from this human hand

the oppressors are none other then the parts of ourselves who abide                                                                                          neighbors of the wise one who never sleeps
one eye open
taught by the deep oceans beasts                                                                                                                                                 who watch and sing of sacred sleep
as death with peace
grasping nothing in greed
pleading for grace to awaken
be seen by the fortitude torture teaches

by our own hand we liberate