BRUJAS

In many ways so many have reached an impasse
Ancestors became the forgotten past
What is seen as corporatocracy
That has no reciprocity
That really is in conflict
An aghast
We stand together some now at the crossroads
Disharmony and factiousness appear
Especially those of us with indigenous leanings
In conflict with society who fear

As more and more transgress away from Nature
The animal tribes are slaughtered everywhere
Habitat loss is part of the new enlightenment
Contentiousness is borne out by despair
The church ofcourse looks down on cultural system
Challenging the pagans paths away
Submitting to the mother who is Nature
The temple of the forest so to say

The otherwordly spirits that do manifest
Closer to the earth and to the sky
In tune with natural phenomena
With the magick of each moment
With ancient craftes apparent
The sabatts and really why

Ancestors play a part in how we are
and what we feel
They were our true footprint
For us they are real
Respect borne out of ages
A need to occupy
Our senses and our deepest thoughts
A sublimity from high

The sage the wise ones cometh
And why not I ask of thee
Mysticism and heritage
And where we need to be
Close to the sod beneath our soles
In the forests close to trees
Finding our feet our reality
With the majesty of ease

We are all indigenous
Of somewhere and we be
Mindful of the various paths
We come upon to free
The outcome of the naturalness
We grew up with and find
Trees torn down and concrete
And thoughts that dull our mind

We are drawn into a habitual maze
A fog of weaponry
Of mind control and wifi and
And soulless infamy
The countryside we live with
How truthfully we feel
The loving and the caring
And the sharing which is real

I understand the need
For fighting shy of being dumbed
Down into insignificance
To again take on the crown
Of nature and its spirit
The invigoration there
Of rising from the dark morass
And again being aware

Of The old crafte and the natural ways
The rapture of before
The duty of commitment
Ascribable to the core
The simple objectivity
each sapling and the might
The wonderment of being
Part of what feels right