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Ancestral Passion
Ancestral Passion
Passing through the wilderness of Life
The paths radiate outward in endless spirals
Strange memories lead us on
Through the labyrinth of timeless dreams
The dark sea raging beneath the surface
Hides ancestral spirits
Their voices whisper in unison
Clamoring for a foothold in the waking mind
Sometimes in a quiet moment
When the restless motion of ancient fears
Brims to the surface
We catch a glimpse of the source
The heart of all humanity
The dreamland where shadows play
Their shapes move slowly
Across the wasteland of the past
Echoes of a primeval dream-time
Before cerebrum
Beyond the threshold of awareness
In one flashing moment
We are apes once again
On an ancient hunt
Glowing Tarsier eyes stare from the bushes
Stars emerge in the twilight
A cool breeze blows dust across the Veldt
In the dark African night
Passing through the wilderness of Life
The paths radiate outward in endless spirals
Strange memories lead us on
Through the labyrinth of timeless dreams
The dark sea raging beneath the surface
Hides ancestral spirits
Their voices whisper in unison
Clamoring for a foothold in the waking mind
Sometimes in a quiet moment
When the restless motion of ancient fears
Brims to the surface
We catch a glimpse of the source
The heart of all humanity
The dreamland where shadows play
Their shapes move slowly
Across the wasteland of the past
Echoes of a primeval dream-time
Before cerebrum
Beyond the threshold of awareness
In one flashing moment
We are apes once again
On an ancient hunt
Glowing Tarsier eyes stare from the bushes
Stars emerge in the twilight
A cool breeze blows dust across the Veldt
In the dark African night
Published 18th Dec 2020
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18th Dec 2020 11:16am
This is wonderful ...
The dark sea raging beneath the surface
Hides ancestral spirits
Their voices whisper in unison
Clamoring for a foothold in the waking mind
... for me, these lines speak to the bloody passage my ancestors endured as chattel shipped to the Caribbean and eventually to various parts of the Americas. The blood and spirit of each generation more polluted than the last.
So many of my people are waiting for a brighter day in a place built by us, but not for us ... waiting like the Tarsier, anxious to eat but ever watchful of predators.
The dark sea raging beneath the surface
Hides ancestral spirits
Their voices whisper in unison
Clamoring for a foothold in the waking mind
... for me, these lines speak to the bloody passage my ancestors endured as chattel shipped to the Caribbean and eventually to various parts of the Americas. The blood and spirit of each generation more polluted than the last.
So many of my people are waiting for a brighter day in a place built by us, but not for us ... waiting like the Tarsier, anxious to eat but ever watchful of predators.
18th Dec 2020 1:35pm
This one is amazing ... just carried me away ... excellent flow ... vivid ... splendid cadence ...
18th Dec 2020 2:02pm
Lobodesanpedro, you put the saga of your ancestors into a dark history here. And your story fits my poem as well as any. I thank you for
your reflection here.
John
your reflection here.
John
18th Dec 2020 2:05pm
LilDragonFly, love your gentle way with words and how you appreciated my meditation here. You have an exquisite way with words whether in poetry or as here.
XoXoXo
John
XoXoXo
John
