in the great pacific garbage patch

In the great pacific garbage patch, a million little particles of plastic glisten in the sun, to be brittle, break apart, and be devoured by the many living organisms, under the surface of the earth. None of our food is safe to eat. Our crowns cry for our short existence wondering if we will ever save our doomsday clocking day by day. We consume, racking up pillars of toilet paper and wasteful paper products, while we leave those to starve and not attain basic necessities. Insanity of chiroptera. Lilith’s golden story and her greatest heartbreak. To be separated from love itself. We became the passengers of our story, seeing race in division, devoid of spirit.

One day I dream we will open our eyes and see one another. Fully understand one another, see each other face to face and understand we are the only things we need to protect in this world. To keep the peace, and protect love. We slaughter livestock for shameful consumption. We mask ourselves with disposable paper masks to show the deep pollution destroying our skies in the East. Yet we feel sexualized, raped and confused by our freedom. This was never about freedom. The Native Americans don’t own their own land, or could protect their own people and we see history repeating in our euthanasia coaster. This was about understanding, waking each other up one by one to see this earth was as fragile as fine China. We have no kintsugi, without love.

This ocean cries for Mary. She weeps to see her children put in the ground waiting for our own salvation inside of ourselves. She cries for the plastic strangling the creatures of the ocean. For the plastic ripping into the sides of the whales, and our grocery bags strangling the sea turtles looking for a place to nest, to create more life. She asks us to protect one another, and she asks us to protect mother nature from ourselves. Save the children, the ocean cries and weeps into the deranged circuses destroying our human consciousness. Do not think our mother will not take over and destroy what is not natural for this earth. Save the children. The pedophiles go into hiding and look at themselves in the mirror. The mirror that has been reflected a thousand times into ourselves. When can we touch one another again and hold each other in love?

Not until we understood we are love, we are the cause and we are the effect. Save the children. Do you remember what it was like to be in grade school and take your tests with the folders placed like miniature fortresses. Do you remember how we would protect ourselves in a rainbow striped balloon. It is only with the three legged race we win. Now take a breath, deeper and deeper. Plunging into the cold, of rebirth through the ashes of death. The ripped fabric time of space itself trying to reveal a rose in the center of our hearts. Blood rushing through to our lungs at the speed of sound, rejoicing for us to understand this was only a breath, our lives were but an inhale and exhale. Our eternity was only but a breath of air. We let the waves hit us only to be awake when they come to tickle and love us in entirety. So stop driving. Start running, towards your destiny. To save our future, to save the air we breathe in the east. To protect what is sacred. The kingdom within ourselves.