Where Do We Go For Healing

by Phil Goldvarg

where do we go for healing.

caminando, let's go walking together,

where do we go for healing,

maybe deep en la tierra,

where we were created

and birthed from great caves,

maybe to las aguas del mundo,

where swift currents

wash our pain,

where do we go for healing,

maybe against the heart beat of a friend,

or to a wounded child,

sing to their torn skin,

cover it with sonrisas,

soft abrazos,

healing starts

by not repeating homicide, genocide,

or lusting for victory

in blind fury,

does healing sleep behind la noche,

waiting for nightmares end,

afraid to wake,

fearing that genocide still walks the earth,

where does healing wait

after la muerte has consumed our blood relations,

is healing a day dream,

unrealized hope,

how do we recognize healing,

is it masked, do we dare trust,

where do we go for healing,

temples, church, sacred places, limpias,

en los manos suavecitos de poesia,

we must ask sisters and brothers,

where are the forgotten places,

discover the reality of spirit and respect,

go to the deep places of ourselves,

question our own motives,

truth we present as ours,

our journey is a lost path

unless others are healed

in body and spirit,

unless they can live without fear

that another genocide awaits them,

unless they believe our hearts are warm,

empty of lies and deceit,

we find healing in a song,

singing by the waters of our earth,

embracing a new birth

with loving eyes,

welcome to a new sister or brother,

remembering those who came before us,

ensured our survival,

we find healing in a new dawn,

as she moves her hips and languid eyes,

pouts her lips, cries like the fox,

paws at our broken form of pain,

kisses the splinters with soft wet tongue,

touches them to life and surging flight,

takes them thru grass and trees,

rivers of regeneration,

springtime of rebirth,

we find healing

in an attempt to heal with a good heart,

without expectation of reward

that reduces the power of caring,

reaching out to another

is a path of faith,

faith is the healer

that wraps our ice sleep,

melts cold fear,

gives breath to life,

courage to move on,

where is this place

of wise ancestors,

their stories,

their songs

that heal shredded souls,

smoke of sage

that washes us clean,

winged prayer

that lights our way,

night under la luna,

day under el sol,

sends us healing hands,

el mar sings us peace,

las olas make us laugh with delight,

where do we go for healing,

maybe here, where we are,

on this earth,

among our relatives,

our own hearts

filled with the words of our creators,

they will take us in their arms

and ask us to dance,

whisper into our ears,

this is the way to healing,

where do we go for healing,

relax, we are here.

Phil Goldvarg 4/1/03

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