the fluttering of wings...

the fluttering of

a butterfly's wings

can effect climate changes

on the other side

of the planet

that subtle something...

it is not so much for its beauty
that the forest makes a claim
upon men's hearts,
as for that subtle something,
that quality of air
that emanation from old trees,
that so wonderfully changes
and renews a weary spirit -

what is man without the beasts?

what is man without the beasts? 

if all the beasts were gone,

man would die from a 

great loneliness of spirit -

for whatever happens 

to the beasts, soon 

happens to man -

all things are connected

the light over the gulf of darkness...

...and our small planet at this moment, here we face a critical branch point in history, what we do with our world, right now, will propagate down through the centuries and powerfully affect the destiny of our descendants, it is well within our power to destroy our civilization and perhaps our species as well.

If we capitulate to superstition or greed or stupidity we could plunge our world into a time of darkness deeper than the time between the collapse of classical civilisation and the Italian Renaissance. 

But we are also capable of using our compassion and our intelligence, our technology and our wealth to make an abundant and meaningful life for every inhabitant of this planet.

- MU -

to the sea...

For all at last returns to the sea -- 

to Oceanus, the ocean river,

like the everflowing stream of time, 

the beginning and the end.

every grain of sand...

in every curving beach

in every grain of sand

there is the story 

of the earth...

THE BLACK REIGN...

oh, the black rains came
and the ocean’s in flames
      
the blood poured down
from those that drowned

red clay turned ebony dark
blue green crystals lost their mark

rainbow colors run and hide      
tryin’ to get away from the genocide

mother’s gut grows and grows
soon be birthin’ big black crows

moanin’ and groanin’ lettin’ out a howl
her water breaks and comes out foul

but nothin’ will hold her spreadin’ girth
bigger and bigger ‘bout to give birth

big ole cracks in her birthin’ bed
but ain’t nothin’ to us nobody’s said

she didn’t want it to go this way
but mother had nowhere else to stay

and so it is the demon child is born
with money and lies it’s adorned

then the doors of hell gonna open wide
and blast and spew its noxious insides

and waves of greed will hit the land
leavin’ nothin’ there not even the sand

just wonderin’ now who’s to blame
ever’body’s tryin’ to save their name

nothin’ on earth ever the same
playin and losin’ that little oil game
  
black tears pour from the gods on high  
time for accountin’ drawin’ nigh

yeah, the earth eats itself inside out
we all know what that’s about

now, BP, don’t look at me all tongue-tied
you can run but where you gonna hide?

you - and all the others like you

you haven't a clue 

where ARE you gonna hide?
where?

we hold it in our hands...

We are curators of all life on this planet. 

We hold it in our hands.

the crew...

There are no passengers 

on Spaceship Earth.  

We are all crew.  ~

the lesson is blowin' in the wind...

you throw the sand

against the wind -

and the wind

blows it back

again...

from fields of corn...

her pregnant gut she chose to hide
until the day ordained to die
when all the earth did open wide
and let them out from deep inside


then those with wings who just were born
when from her deep dark womb were torn
did rise at last from fields of corn
to summon forth a new day’s morn


the waters rose and washed away
the hearts of those who could not stay
who with their deeds did dark the days
and prayers alone could not them save

- this is posted at gypsywomanworld but i thought it fit here, as well -

the you of the ocean...

You're not a wave,

you're a part

of the ocean.

we the caretakers...

There is hope

if people will begin

to awaken that 

spiritual part of themselves, 

that heartfelt knowledge 

that we are 

caretakers of this planet.

only through love...

For small creatures 

such as we 

the vastness 

is bearable 

only through 

love.

every day is...

 

TODAY

and

EVERY

DAY