“I pledge allegiance to Mother Earth
And all the life which she supports.
ONE planet, in our care,
Irreplaceable, with sustenance and respect for all”
-not my words… not sure who’s…
inseparable
We are ready for the change
Gather us in
An accumulation of crystal visions
Each perspective adding contours
Like cumulous cloud forms
Ready for the transformation
The alchemy of time transfiguring mind and matter
Into new physical forms and ways of being
Ready the floodgates to be open
Filled with precious intuition carefully collected
Over years of listening listening listening to the sound of a world gone awry
Let them open and spill into the drought worn land of our disillusionment
Let them open and spill forth with the creative quenching
Washing away the chemical manipulation
That dried up and hid how heirloom phantasies are withering
That mirage on the horizon is waiting for our belief in the water we need
This year is a horse at my side and ready
We both made it through the muck left by the coal ash, chemicals and bitumen spilling
Now to spring forth, for this toxic deceit is not worth drinking
The fire inside is set for cleansing
Set muscle to bone taught tendons to vault beyond their barbed fencing
The foundations running away from our feet
Are the stones they made to appear perfect but their lies are hollow and empty
We toss the stones the Builders refuse in front for our trodding
Each step faithfully grips a new reality
With each breath together we define what is to be seen
Our visions form vast expanses of vibrant hues of every brilliant color
Feeding fully from the compost of unnecessary deceit
To grow strong wills, opening with transparent clarity
Unafraid to blossom with potent vulnerability
We are ready
To be seen as interdependencies
Rotating lines of horizons and vertices
Spiraling perfect geometry
There is no musician and instrument
We are all fingers and strings
We are all elements of breath and brass and reed
We are all pores in the skin stretched taut
And we hone our will to stretch with what’s taught
By the breeze and the bird and river canal
By the root and the worm and rotting core
By the stem and flower and fruit into seed
We hum with the rhythm of the Universe’s composing
The drum of the heart is our gospel singer
Inspiring
Hands to grasp the hoop of all relating
Here we find all once lost
Is still rippling with longing
We are ready.
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