There was a time when all was lost, 
The pain cut so deep, 
The Earth we forgot,
Of this violent wound we were born, 
Of this self destruction, 
This living porn, 
Out of this guilt and shame for what we had done, 
We punish ourselves, 
Forgot that we are love, 
There was a time when the Earth was friend, 
Those Ancestors now their hands they lend, 
Their hearts so much bigger than the cross, 
So much bigger than all that was lost, 
Let us bow in front of the sacred heart, 
In front of the mother, 
The river, 
The Forest, 
Now may we depart, 
From the darkness that never belonged to us, 
From the unresolved trauma of crusade that has for centuries crippled us, 
May we remember that the only evil is inside of us, 
Waiting to be loved by us, 
May we support one another to wake up, 
May the angels descend and bless us, 
May the beauty of both earth and religion become an unfolding movement of beauty that pours out from within us, May we call upon the gentle light of the sacred heart of the earth to draw out of us, a love that was long forgot, 

May we remember who we are, 
May we live this joy until death, 
May we melt into forever together, 
For we all belong to each other, 
Bowing in honour of the mother. 

Anu Azrael