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Thursday November 2, 7:00pmDia de los Muertos 2006
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Dia de los Muertos features
Dia de los Muertosby Elka EastlyAncestorsBones under the earth The flesh reincorporates With the flesh of the earth After the harvest When the veil is thin Flesh that will rise again Flesh emerging as green and bud through The thin skin on the other side Of the Wheel But on this day still The flesh is of spirit Whispering challenging advising Pleading for the changes their hands never wrought Pleading for fulfillment of souls' tasks undone They have found the freedom of bodiless night That knows no touch but does not struggle With economic oppression On their side there is no worry about rising rents What to feed mouths and bellies that never hunger Under our feet and at our sides Their hunger is of the heart For their knowledge of our struggles is keen Like the knife of starvation Their remembrance is clear and so they mourn For the living Not to pull us over not to drag us under But to lift with the breath of ancients The wisdoms unwritten (Or erased) Are rewritten by our living hands When the voices of the dead speak When we offer them our flowers They remember the rose's scent And their hearts hunger for that lost sense When we offer our prayers They remember their own life's longing And speak with soothing patience Or demand swift action When we offer our thanks They offer their thanks Listen... Flesh of my flesh (your flesh) Blood of your blood (my blood) I owe my life to you Whisper... Use it wisely Wiseones tell us Put down your pistols and pick up Your paint brushes Or put down your brushes and pick up Your boxing gloves Don't go down without a fight But don't fight when it's time to go Honor your time (Timeless commodity, time is not money... Time is time! Where's the clock?) In the village there's no clock There's a bell that marks the time Timing our coming together and Not our falling apart In the city there's popcorn To synchronize our watches If the bell can't be heard from hill to hill From mission to ocean But there's the rhythm of the heart's beat Your heart keeps the time and knows (When you listen) When to come together When to converge When to honor the ancestors When to lift the veil From that which must be seen To be believed See Believe See Believe See... Colors processing in elemental waves Believe... Tens of thousands walking as one See... Great vision manifest Believe... Whatever must can be done See... Communities cross boundaries Believe... Underneath this flesh Inside this flesh Because of this flesh We are one Returning always returning Again and again to the lap of Mother To curl and rekindle The fire that rebuilds the bones Photos ©2002 by Ember Ward, Reclaiming Quarterly, except top collage ©2000 Rene Velasco for Reclaiming Quarterly. Please do not copy, reproduce, fold, spindle, mutilate, or otherwise use them without written permission. Thanks!
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