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Ruth Bernhard (1905- 2006)
‘Creation’
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Hansel
and Gretel didn’t believe in one god either
We had started out as a
merry band of disassociated personalities, with our various cultural
attachments we had deified to protect our souls, after the invisible wars
became too apparent to ignore as individuals. Where we were headed was wind
driven hunched ripe for sure though each of us still held, like Diogenes at
noon, a little light to shine when fear brigaded itself in charge of our eyes. The
world became a much different place when innocence left us in a race to save
itself. Perhaps the animal kingdoms knew best how to wrest the mantle of love
from material witnessing. Testimonial entertainment was a hot iron branding
voyage to the cold water plunging of what perspective can be when we choose not
to see any part of us alive in a world more willing to die comfortably than to
live with struggle.
Yes, we had started out
a merry band, arguing over which divine love was centered just so we could all
make out a true north soul. No maps are ever truly needed. Even the hints of
direction they give, are never heeded when seeded with what muzzled discontent can sow.
Here, the forests, mountains and lakes, wait for the laughter of a child, who
is born wild and ready to lay claim to what thrones sit upon the bones of
progress and fairy tale reclamation.
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