Tyrants’ Fear
Social Commentary Haibun
Invaders’ fear of memory calling forth a deeper truth of place
In stories not forgotten and songs lifting spirits above the oppression of small god worship lost in the illusion of possession to how we fit into each other’s hands and how the land cradles our bones with a melody that knows home and freedom and communion
On the one hand, I wanted to speak to the effect of colonialism across the world and the memory songs of the colonised speaking truth to power. But I also wanted to invite all of us to find the ears in our bones so that we can listen to the songs hidden in the stones, in the trees, in the waters, and even in each other’s rivers of blood.
Our bodies are of the earth and our bones know home, not as a cognitive idea or ideal but as a feeling of belonging. In this deeper place, the earth and sky intersect. Body and soul know the same truth, that we belong to each other just as we belong to the earth. Belonging is not possession it is communion.
It is communion in the same way that notes of music are in an alchemical relationship to each other and thereby produce a vibration that is beautiful. Or how the ingredients in a meal harmonize together bringing goodness alive in us. Or perhaps the way a river cannot lie regarding where it is going, its truth apparent to all who know the land.
Truth, Beauty, and Goodness, a holy trinity of belonging that when realized make the destruction of earth and all its relationships senseless…discordant with the music, indigestible to the body, an illusion that disconnects us from the world.
Inspired by the work of poet Mahmoud Darwish.
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