WILDERNESS 93



When I look at you I see one thousand generations
Hear the names of ancestors, the tribe of man’s relations
Feel the sense of heritage, our histories aflame
Reborn into a future age where all will know the Name

And all with equal claim to life and open boundaries
In wilderness begin again in unmarked territories

Between the temples, common ground where peace is not a threat
The arguments in families your children must forget
Uneducated hatred stems from forbidden fruit
Roots under the trees of death divide and persecute

Returning to the Light again, we rise through our darkness
The changing and eternal from Garden wilderness

Beyond horizons, many worlds and many worlds in One
Jerusalem or Babylon, their time already gone
In blood and fire and endless war, no place where you belong?
When only hearts can hold the truth to keep the spirit strong

Imagine an oasis now, across this wilderness
All's alive and holy - this journey always blessed....


/// I had been thinking a lot about the ‘ Holy Land’ and what a bloody
mess it was and why. Also looking at a photograph of Joanna and
going into the face ( a la Harper and Geronimo in the Seventies)
I had been something of an anti semite in much younger days.
My first girlfriend was Jewish. One of my best friends took his religion
seriously without being a prawn about It - as extremists are and I loved him too.
(Joanne and Joseph, respectively)
Israel was a political necessity and is hardly a paradise worth the slaughter.
( He wrote, wondering how it would be read by the ‘serious’). What is holy
and spiritual is in the heart and everywhere, not in relics, man made maps,
borders and books written by those with a vested interest in their own fan clubs.
ALL sides, creeds etc need to recognise this, then we can begin again.
Dogma is of the ego. October 2000, typing this out, turn on radio
Palestine v Israel again. May 2002, re-checking, once again, war....
Setting for the web site, October 2003 and guess what?
‘God’ only ‘helps’ the ‘holy’.///