Poems from D y i n g E u r o p e 

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Poems from D y i n g E u r o p e

What if from Tundra to cities
My people refine themselves
Until we are one finger of

The seventeen hands of the Cosmos
I’m alone on the roof
With an unlimited number of stars
Who look back upon me
With an unlimited number of eyes

We are souls created from
The same music, murmuring
Mantras of evolution

What if from Nomads to star-divers
We become custodians
To repent from centuries of destroying
Would we not then make choices
To recognize that God is dancing

In the universe and we must
Be a gift unto the worlds
Or else in gulps of light, go extinct

Blindly like any species, that failed
To arrive at a sustainable balance
I’m holding a cup of water
To the Milky Way
And she’s burning gold down on me

For I’ve become a connoisseur
Of her butterflies, strawberries, birch, hazel
And I’m a tiger on fire

I’m going extinct in my own lifetime
And it’s not my death I’m afraid of.

12 thoughts on “Poems from D y i n g E u r o p e 

  1. Reblogged this on Akosmopolite and commented:
    “What if from Nomads to star-divers
    We become custodians
    To repent from centuries of destroying
    Would we not then make choices
    To recognize that God is dancing

    In the universe and we must
    Be a gift unto the worlds
    Or else in gulps of light, go extinct”

    Keep reading to take in this beautiful ode of the Soul!

    Namaste,
    T.O.

  2. wonderful. Idea of life when you look at it all is huge, and well, alive, changeable – you’re good at getting that into words and on to paper 🙂 thanks.

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