Haiti, I Hail You

Haiti... I hail you amidst all my most positive thoughts, the kind that say I wish I could do more than I can, like dig the dirt off your hands, stack the ruble to one side continuously until there isn’t any, I am thinking of you.

Reading is all that I find of you, in my world where the water swirls differently…amidst flightless birds, I am hearing calls worldwide for your rescue, and defense of no enemy, only nature upturning her ends, cutting split-ends on the surface that is not personal, not like us, but very much like us…discarding that which has no purpose in our coiffeur, cannon or coffin.

Three seems to be the eternal symmetry for uniting hands.

My hands are at work writing your affect on my mind from an abundance of well wishers, to one lonely dirge, problems come out of the woodwork when fear for fellow creatures are at hand, some are worthwhile, and some are not to a few rotten lot, but they are dying, too…boohoo.

False tears are not viable for long. Only those born from a broken heart, with a mournful song, will be heard in the birth of your disaster, singing tunes that remind us of our sustainability, like martin and mohandas creating moksha (Lit. freedom from birth and death. The nearest English equivalent is salvation).

Let not the ideas of any science, theory, philosophies be mocked with threat of death, but invited to live somehow silently quiet in different proximities. She is larger than life, our earth; our boundaries are self regulated, unnatural. Nature is not an invisible hand to something else invisible, but an observable fact of face grooming without selection.

IT could happen to any of us…and, we all need to remember that by doing our part to make it less painful, whatever that part may be…even if, it is to be silent Pat Robertson…hush up, go to bed, we will wake you when the ordeal is over.

Haiti, wear your situation with the understanding that billions of hands are helping you, if only in their minds. Painful, precious prayers from believers and non-believers alike…planting seeds of survival for you in their minds, not with judgment or malediction, but with downright willfulness toward your prediction, coming in planes, by boats, by internet, by the light of each day a new and additional wave of friendly hands to dig you out, and up and on your way toward the next day and the next day and the next.

Aftershock continues for forever, in smaller waves, but there has been a great deal of punctuation in the phrase existing in your freedom. Long live Haiti, a people’s nation that must arise above that which already is, already has been, pick a different way inside your knowingness and arise, live, lay out your arms toward one another and all that is. Embrace the living and bury the dead with the dignity of appreciation for those yet living to ride the earthquake of destruction in their own living rooms, stuffed away in places that feel so safe because they say so, and not because it is.

Haiti, I hail you as people like any other, with the same desires, needs and deeds of the most pious of nations, the most degraded, the mix is the same everywhere there is sentient life that separates us by our wills. Will yourselves to a resurrection, whole and completed by the humble embracement, with the dignity of understanding the way things ‘is’…and, simultaneously, the way ‘they shall be’.

Haiti, they 'shall be' you inside the turmoil, maybe even now, with a different title, a different label, a different type of disaster. Each loving hand has a heart attached to a personal measure of grave issues of the soul…quaking in the boots they wear to rescue you. Haiti, I hail you…

On higher levels of pain, the most positive reflections of pure love surface, to shine…a way into the grave of every soul, and then the turmoil goes away by degrees of comparison, the hardest day that always makes the brightest day’s heightened measure, we treasure it all the same, we survive brilliantly.