General Strike!!!

How to Trick the Trickster

Painting by Emily Kame Kngwarreye

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I remember the feeling of aimlessness.

Back when aimlessness wasn’t seen to be a setback.

Back when aimlessness was a rite of passage.

Back when we were able to be bored.

Bored long enough to make beauty.

Bored long enough to adorn ourselves with feathers

and Dance upon the eARTh.

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Way back.

Way back.

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Back when aimlessness was a sacred cornerstone

Of a firm foundation

Upon which was built BECOMING.

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On days when I rise early enough

And modernity’s noise has yet to cloud my View

I can still remember the Sound of Silence.

Beautiful, story-filled Silence.

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I remember when I was 5

May 13, 1985 to be precise.

That was the day the Silence died.

It was on this day the Pennsylvania State Police

Dropped a bomb from a helicopter

Onto a black neighborhood in Philly.

11 people were killed.

5 of them were children.

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Oh, none of this is new I’m afraid.

America has always been ICEy

We just have this awful tendency to forget.

But their silence will soon again tell.

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How telling.

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Dead soil will have the final word.

And Coyote,

Oh, that blessed Brother of Dawn,

Whom Never Forgets

As he leaps wildly around these enslaved fields of gold,

Mad from the pervasiveness of an unpleasant recall

Carries still the clear memory of what initially caused

The Fall.

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After all is said and done

It may very well be he alone

Who remains sane enough to guide us home.

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“Never trust a prankster”, they say.

Maybe so.

Maybe so.

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Forget the sound of one hand clapping!

Listen instead to the moon!

Feel again that precious longing,

And bear witness to the blazing Sun.

By all means, GENERAL STRIKE!!!!

Hell, stick around a while and OCCUPY!!!!

But woe to he who neglects yet again

To bow to the eARTh at dawn.

For it is not merely the sad orange one who ultimately is to blame

Indeed, it is we

Who left Her all alone.

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But Coyote remembers.

Oh how terrible it was…

If only he could forget it all!

If only for a day…

How quickly we severed Her life-giving limbs.

Collective amnesia dismembering his

One. True. Love.

We simply left Her there.

All alone.

Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

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Now he alone carries the memory of how to sing again those holy songs.

He alone knows where to find the heart.

But what game shall we play now?

How to trick the trickster???

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A balancing act.

A narrow passage ahead.

Be kind to Chaos and Chance!

Remember the power of aimlessness.

Keep going.

Take courage.

DANCE!

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Abandon all hope of fruition, my friends

And allow your tears to fall.

May they water at last our Mother Earth

And answer The Tricksters call.

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Let go, dear friends, of your righteous need to be right.

Lay down your guns.

Liberate the dying of Light.

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There is still Time.

or…

#mayallbeingsbehappyandfree