Trees


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There are amazing things that blow
In the wind, green like the color of life
They confide at dawn about
What to do about the exaggeration of

Extinction, joining neighbors immobile
Blowing pollen, comeliness of dropped flowers
They are trees surrounded by skies, rivers, oceans
Earth never had enough of their kind

Such humility and such canvases
Of what it means to be living
And breath and play a function in ecosystems
In harmony with each other

Unlike some creatures that don’t respect
The laws of nature, the idea of giving back
Are humans reciprocal after all?
Logging until all the forests are gone

Logging until all the trees disappear
With cities as barren as wastelands
There are these amazing things that glow
With green, that have invested the idea

That the world agrees with itself
Arranged in an ordered sprinkling
Arms and souls of the land, how they stand?
How they bow, how they serve all life
That we might touch, love and bury ourselves
In their hard-enduring generosity.

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.

The time of fire


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The time of fire

This is the time of extinction
Not meteor or greenhouse
But human-made, ecosystems

Irreversibly dying, that which
Takes millions of years to evolve
This is the time of mammalian selfishness

Who hoard without regard
For other forms of life
They rage with children, billions

The world is young, many countries
Have a swarm of young people
Evidently certain to mimic western nations
And exploit and prosper
The News does not tell us this

That our planet is experiencing
A great drop and loss of biodiversity
In the lightning’s blitz of society’s
Celebration, creatures left their habitats
Unable to cope with the pillaging

The deforestation, the ocean-pollution
The urban sprawl, the short-term rape
This is the time of fire, oil, commodities
For men who would engineer their corn
To be poisonous, so that drug industries

Might profit, weep for the Earth
The Earth who made a bed of love
For our genes from 3.5 billion years ago
All has been passed down
The Earth made a brutal destroyer
Never imagine humanity as civilized.

Psalm 15


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Preserve us, O Lord of Love:
I care not for this flesh, for myself
For in thee Universal life, I place my trust
Undying as I will die, Living as I attempt to do
Your work on this planet, my intended nature
Gives me fruit and fall
Thou art my Lord: whatever I do
Is because of your energy in me
And to be excellent, in whom is all my delight
And all the angels that ever experienced Earth
The Lord is my portion of mine inheritance and my cup:
Give us then this clean air, water, taste of centuries
Yea, we have goodly heritage enough
I will bless the Lord, who hath given me counsel:
Endure, take stewardship of your portion
I have set the Lord always before me:
And I am willing then to do his work first
Therefore my heart is glad, his glory to help:
In the presence of last joys I make my way
As one Holy One to see corruption fair
To bring a light to ignorance, of saving peace
To do God’s work is the best pleasure of the flesh
To see God in others and embrace them with love.