Forty-thousand-year storms are hitting
every weekend, the northwest is burning and dead trees mixed with
rain makes mudslides and I don't know how I feel about the future
right now. I wonder if I'm using the time I have left well enough. Am
I living up to the privilege of breathing? Existing in the best
possible place and time, queens and kings dancing on a playing-card
ballroom? And I wonder if tomorrow I'll still have power, if I'll
have food and water or if it'll be me on CNN filmed crossing rivers
and borders with nothing to go back to.
I say please not California, please not
my house, my family, my friends, my people. Please not me. I carry a
lighter but I don't smoke cigarettes unless it's raining. I'm afraid
to look into the future but I do, I look at it, and I say I don't
know what's coming tomorrow but I'm going to survive you. I know
people say humanity is a failed race that doesn't deserve to make it.
We boiled our own pot time to fry in it, but I say human beings are
portals to another dimension. We can dream of something different and
then make it that way. Our species is a gift to this universe and we
shouldn't surrender it. Our consciousness is a spiral and from it
comes choices, feelings, love, attachment, loss, grief, touch,
connection, trust.
So throw that away, go ahead, I don't
give a shit, but I'm going to keep it, I'm going to look into the
future and say God I will survive you because it's not too late. But
the longer we wait the harder we gotta work. We ain't getting
raptured but we can bring the party right here by dreaming of
something different and then making it that way. That kingdom of love
is waiting for us to build it. So why are we taking up air
conditioning and every gift from our ancestors if we aren't going to
carry that fire and dream of a better future?
I'm mother earth's child and I've
pissed her off but she ain't kicked me out yet. And it's not too
late. I'm still breathing so it's not too late. All we have to do is
fulfill our purpose. All we have to do is survive. All we have to do
is dream of something different. All we gotta do is make noise. I
don't smoke cigarettes unless it's raining but if a flood comes, and
we're on the boat together expect me to light one because we may need
to make fire.
