I’ve been busy the last couple weeks repainting the mother of all car decks, and haven’t been able to get an essay together, so I wrote this poem. It’s a praise poem for the enormous power of Nature, the hold it still has on us. More and more people seem to be waking to it.
She is calling us back. Her methods are sound, taste, touch sight, scent, and in their combinations intuition, the body-weighted knowing. Her strength is time her nearly four billion circles around the sun, gathering branching, weaving, articulating enwrapping and entering this earth rock. We open her eyes, sing her songs. We are her seeing what we've done. You know the feeling. She calls from inside us. Watch the music spread. Taste the regreening of souls. The bell sun rings.
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We err when we think that the human species deserves special status in a world that is filled with endless numbers of complex and beautiful living things pursuing their own lives.
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