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ReplyDeleteBe You Earthlings Or You Not Be
Gaia's cries are like a silent siren,
'earthlings you're being robbed
of the existence of your species'.
Each time another mountain
is raped by 'top removal'
all life bleeds. An Island
the size of Manhattan,
of plastic in the Pacific
kills 100,000's of marine life.
This while self-possessed you,
a universe's dream before birth,
La raison d'etre, held
by one as it held one,
one's meaning of life,
agreed, motion in relation,
alive, to be what it is to be
this day, and each after, be
this generation, for all living.
Every step within one,
Gaia's presence, even if unknown.
Each step's struggle
within and out, on that
mountainside, one's leg pushed,
she pulled, a breath pressing
lungs to grow, she pulled
them open, know.
All struggling within reality
to learn, grow, be, know,
each on their path of heart,
pushing further, she pulls,
pulling she pushes, one's
reach only meant to teach
they've not reached,
breakthrough, to open
mind to beginning anew.
Sad, solemn, poor, may
forget every moment's awe
felt through e'er struggling
within reality, adapting
to it, uplifting, evolving,
not to man-made world,
where all's hurled just for more.
For la machine's tres facile,
No matter how much you peel
that onion you'll never find
the zeal with which you peeled,
nor return of your 'hind,
the light to your eyes,
him or her to your side,
your soul's gleam. Yet,
you can walk in nature's balance,
giving back to her abundance.
One can know they're not alone,
even after such loss,
bed will never give up it's river,
nor, it's river it, without
the Sun Michelangelo's
couldn't cross the sky,
held by and holding our eye,
giving cover so it's rays are
appreciated more, held closer in our hearts.
"...We(e),..." can adapt to reality,
instead of man-made world,
and save humanity from extinction.
She can only teach students,
be earthen, soulful, sky bound, spirit,
holding her heart as she yours?
Gaia asks, "hold me", as she
ever held and will hold you.
On this celebration of Earth and Poetry Months, "...we(e),...", while remembering that the intellect can't lead for life doesn't follow, if you're not taking bullets you're making them, are motion in relation, outstretching the arm that isn't ours to the neediest, always; for our bodies will ever be on la machine's gears. Here's hoping you and yours are well and will continue to be so. Copy, share as you will. Be well :) reality