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Where have all the mystics gone and why can’t they be seen?

Where are all the shadow men and singers to the trees?

Why are all these people gathering around a common sound,

When there is so much diversity in the world waiting to be found?

When can I escape to a wooded hidden home

Where folk who speak of magic safely may roam?

Why are those who are gifted  shunned from out of sight,

When we the people need their blessings and  insight?

When can we return to the doctors and the queens

Who can speak from our world into the great unseen?

I call out to the wild of places still unmet

Keep all of your secrets hidden there- because if we knew, we would forget.

Until one day when we all can meet as the lovers that we are,

and make new ways and reinvent how to love from afar,

May we hold our mysteries silent and deep and never surrender to

What others think we should be and what we are supposed to do.

For the path of the mystic can be like a mirror into the moon,

What is reflected is the truth of beauty, but logic taints it too soon.

-By Bonnie Waller (Cicada)

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We owe it to our ancestors to fight.

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To fight for their ways that worked for millenia that aligned with the earth.

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They fought so hard to keep our species alive

and yet we sit around and poison the very bodies they blessed us with.

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We owe it to our selves to keep vigilant on restoring harmony to our planet.

We owe it to the future.

For if we don’t, the future of our species will not be there.

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We are not higher than the other animals.

If our purpose is to keep the earth in balance and in return we have knowledge of that nature

than  surely we have now abused our privilege of knowledge.

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If you don’t believe me than split open a sea turtle’s stomach and tell me,

how is the human race not to blame for the plastic bags that line their insides?

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Tonight I sing for restoration and balance.

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Tonight I pray for our species to wake up and see our true impact.

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Tonight I chant for change.

Oh Mamma Mother God

You who many have  Forgot

Welcome Change Welcome Change

Stir, Stir the Pot.

~Cicada

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