Human extinction event


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My love, my heart can take on any form
I am the lover and I am the Spring
A meadow where gazelles once grazed
Is engraved in my spirit’s sacred grounds

Where I write to you of lost idols
And the future, a future that is fluid
Like the scrolls of the alchemy of
Supercomputers and advanced civilizations

We are young, our creed of love is forgetful
Perhaps it is, that we have not
Yet tasted enough adversity as a species
As a planet, though there is this

Great extinction event, we are the destroyers
Of vertebrates, of biodiversity and yet
Each person is orientated to quest
For her or his personal abode of meaning

And authority, the intermediaries might be
Delinquently biological or revelations of ideas
My love, my heart can take on the form
Of a mother or a scientist, but we are

Just a Sea of nature and identity is fluid
Can you see and feel this dear?

And to lie sometimes on the grass under trees 


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And to lie sometimes on the grass under trees

I’ve spent more time with the Earth
Than in the simulations, so many
Distractions, apps, layers of virtual reality
On Earth there is no Heaven
Only pieces of her, forests, lakes, Oceans

Living is not enough, we must be
As custodians to biodiversity, little flowers
Live sustainable lives, refrain from eating meat

Packaged and butchered while others starve
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods
In living with simplicity and in tune
With the sunrise, the way things blossom
At their appointed hour, that’s the Noon-dress

That’s living in season, in cycles, in harmony
Every flower is a soul blossoming of nature
And every moment there is a flower blooming

Remember that, do not use plastics, walk in the cities
For a society that does not exude nature
Is living dead years of artificial activity
If one touch of nature makes the whole world kin
Touch the green that is your last roar

Of Gaia, a once splendid paradise
The billions must learn again what it means
To touch the soil, like the kiss of rain
In drought, and the touch of silver liquid drops
When there is no water to be seen.

Who wants to Save the Planet #Environment @TimHemlin


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The Profit Ethic

Shall I come to see
How your planet ruined
Biodiversity for the eternity
Of your small memory?

If your species goes extinct
What will it say about evolution?
That your God didn’t care
That you wanted to profit

More than you deemed to protect?
You wanted nuclear families
And you did it a billion times
Shall I come to see then

How you are accustomed to live?
How you consume a flowerless land
And build cities as ugly as winter
No, no I don’t think so

The Earth is your experiment
As the Spring reminds you
That nature is bigger than man
I heard rumours the oceans are dying.

Sarika’s Anthem


Inspired by http://sarikacullissuzuki.com/
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Perpetual nature, would you
Make our lives sustainable
Teach us to live in green-forever

That sweet birds might visit our dwelling
With a clear sky and a loving future
Where energy is fostered

Without waste, pollution or hurting
Other forms of life for our own comforts
Perpetual nature, may we

Be sons and daughters of virtue
To protect you while we profit
From your natural prosperity

Let us make forests grow
And harness the power of the sun
For ecological diversity is your gift

Of millions of years, so do not
Let us take it in a few centuries
Man is selfish, but may we also

Learn to be more kind
To our keeper, our mother, our land.

Language of Owls


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Fair and listening Owl
Against the black sky
How you soar high
How you spy well

What pretty thirst for silence
On what tree of rest
On which horse ranch
Do you like to spy on best?

Far and listening Owl
Who out on a limb
Does watch the moon rise
And claws tight full of wisdom

An old hoot for a nest from the sun
Who can tell what
Hoot is thinking?
An owl named “Who”

Who loudly repeats the woot
Speaking a language of owls
With eyes to mourn and songs
To sing, ringing in the forests

Extinct and noble Owl
In some dry recess now
Of the museum’s memory
In what fantasy books
Did I see an owl-reading?

Earth-Love


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Earth-Love

Oh what an effort it is
To love you like I do!
Or not effort at all
For love of you

Is simple and clean
It is true, this grief as white
This joy as pure
The air is in my heart

My blood is born of sunlight
My handkerchief made of
Ocean, sound reverberating
In my crown chakra

And my cotton pants
A comfort for the dry and green
Days of gratitude and good weather
The Earth, that’s what I love

Her wonderful sustainability
Her waist is slender and her
Seasons are ever young
A tree, a town, a meadow and birds.