Mittwoch, 28. Juli 2010


He says that woman speaks with Nature
That she hears voices from under the earth
That the wind blows in her ears
And the trees whisper to her.
That the dead sing through her mouth
And the cries of infant hearts are clear to her.

But for him this dialogue has gone.

He says he is not part of this earth.
That he was set on this world as a stranger.
He sets himself apart from Woman and Nature.

And so it is Goldilocks who goes to the Three Bears,
Little Red Riding Hood who converses with the Wolf,
Dorothy who befriends a Lion,
Snow White who talks to the Birds,
Cinderella with Mice as her allies,
The Little Mermaid who is half Fish
And Thumbelina carried to Paradise on the back of a Swallow.

And he says he cannot hear.

So when we hear in the Navajo chant
That a grown man sits and smokes with Bears
And listens to instructions given to him by Squirrels,
We are surprised.

We had been told
only little girls spoke with animals.

We are the birds, the bird’s eggs;
We are flowers and fox,
We are eagle, doe and dingo too.
We are cats and caterpillars.
River flow and tidal ebb
We are the weavers, womb and web.
We are the shining of the stars that sing,
Snakes that glide down mountainside,
Milk that gives you birth
We are of Mother Earth.
We are Women.

And he says he cannot hear us speak.

But we hear, we hear, we hear, we hear,
We are Women.

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