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Dark Matter: Women Witnessing - December, 2015 Issue #3 - EXTINCTION / DEVOTION
Our Radiant Lives
Deena Metzger
Each of us adds to the council of not knowing as our own churning anguish rises from
the radiant sea that is outshining the night sky. The sacred, it was said by someone who
had studied forgotten and destroyed languages as if they were precious foreign objects,
appears when everything is in its place. It assumes place. It assumes you have a place
to put your feet and so do I. A place that might even be a stone pillow upon which you
lay your head so that you might, tirelessly, watch the moon rainbow cross the sky,
waiting for God.
If place has disappeared into the wind shear of destruction, has the sacred tumbled into
that pit as well? A poetry of place today as ravaged as the Disappeared and out of this,
a mutant birth, if any.
Repetition follows repetition, radiant, radiant, radiant – a rat striking the electrified button
to turn on a synapse of relief in a metal cage insuring there is no escape from torture.
This does not illuminate how I or you or we could have constructed Fukushima or torture
chambers for humans and non-humans. A rat would not have thought of it, nor the Earth
Sea Mother. A mental shift, a brain change, a devolution as rapid and extreme as
climate change and created by the same thoughts and activities.
“We are the earth,” we said as women concerned that we might disappear into the mind
set of the corporate maw, “and how you treat us is how you treat the earth.” Or maybe
we said the opposite: “How you treat the earth is how you treat us.” Or both.
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