Yesterday we watched the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius
The Hair twined with Flowers and High hopes
and my heart ached with the shattered dreams of a generation that gave birth to me, still watching the boms shatter them wider on the battered face of our mother Earth, still watching her wounds bleed black oil and her children cry, howl, meow,tortured, starving or allmost extinct. And now, not enough just to preserve what is left of our Earth, but make her grow again- where can WE find such great strenght? There is no such thing as hope,if hope be that some divine hand would reach down with a healing touch.
That evening the blue bears were not around to be seen, or to comfort me with their simple song.We sat up and talked about the world and the age. But later at night when we were going to bed, I suddenly heard the water running and splashing in the bathroom, accompanied with a new song.
When the moon is on the Blue Bears house and The Great Bear aligns with us
This is the dawning of the Age of the Water Bear The Age of the Water Bear
The Age of the Water Bear of Aquaursus!!!
It is not of hope the bears sing and make us dream under the stars. There is more than hope in hidden places,below the sky there is life, and strenght, and things coming into being beyond my comprehension.