The Earth
screams
People die before their
time
or never get much
life
Species die, their music
silenced
Crazy theories of
wealth
belie obligation or simply
seeing
the laws of
consequence
Scream
Earth!
Pierce the cosmos with
your
terrible
cry
Acid rain burning through
gold
falls
night blooms
Come, say I
Enjoy the desert night blooms
--
rare, exquisite, alive.
Quiet, the primeval cold,
parched, freeze-dried.
No purposeful future
divined.
The stories I spin ...
Old, alien
unmarked steps upon the
Earth.
no meaning
no warmth
I walk primeval, exquisite
landscape
dry, old, eternal
to enjoy the blooming.
Sacred
Geology
Rich earth
decomposing
life
imbuing myriad
layers
of sacred
spirit
Memories upon
memories
scarred into the
land
making it
holy
a bounty of
beauty
irrigated by
tears
and less voluntary bodily
fluids
living loam
revitalizing
luscious
fruits
giving back what was
taken
Partaking of the
feast
we are
blessed
renewed in holy
essence
in the fullness of
time
the cycle
reclaims
all that we
are
that we may
become
yet more richly
layered
Sun greets Earth
a hearty slap
hot and sassy
Mothers' Night
cascading shards
uneasy
echoes falling
"It's our calling."
Rape of Earth,
hot spurts of words
savage knives
Abiding Mothers,
sacred and mundane
twist into harridan
cold stars
wail, hurtling waves
Sad, old, crust of ages
sliced, screwed, carved up for
profit
"It's not the color of the skin,
the culture of the smile"
the scent of danger,
the inborn stranger --
all excuses for Us (superior)
and Them (inferior)
"They are not like we;
but lower curs."
we may harm with unfettered glee
Cursed to be cut to our
requirement.
Borders clear
"Here, fear fences in
our livelihood and wives."
Leave THEM to putrid pits
cunning jabs,
our pleasure.
Thus, all treasure that might
regale,
heal, reveal true worth,
of man and Earth
sold for pittance of potash
to dance a weary jig
Earth’s Sign
Under the Wesak Moon
Where the Buddha crossed the quarters,
graciously approached liminal wisdom
Our Lady Goddess guides
We who dance in shadow
We who turn the Earth,
bless the seed,
feel awakened in darkness,
feel the turning sacred, consecrated
to the between air of transformation
where enlightenment,
eternal bliss
encounter life
Burst of joy quietly
encountered
Fly my eyes into such belief
Where sweet Earth heroically
replies
to my pleas for splendorous
relief
just over the border
moving through the periphery
pattern-seeking epicenter runs within
swirling cosmos fire, flood, cerebral
hemorrhage,
tsunami
herded into healing net
The love of love
The hope for blinding light that bathes
all cares with caring
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