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Planet Earth our only
habitat
The earth lies
sleeping, though wakes from time to time,
showing her concern, her usually dormant powers. The earth
is aware that things are not as they might be. As they could
be...
The earth knows all life within and without - and hears
The tiny frog has no voice to say "Leave something for me!"
The oh so rare and beautiful butterfly has no understanding of
the concrete towers where the caterpillar's only food once grew.
The diversity of
life the earth has nurtured for millennia are
slowly swallowed up, churned into nothingness, and spat out
with contempt by that aged insatiable evil - greed, which
in time will earn its own sad reward...
Eternal Cycle
A pounding fills
my mind as
indiscriminate power roars
and rages towards the shore,
breaking gently then upon the sand.
Tiny ripples of
white energy
dispersing slowly, to be joined
once again by more and more
gentle ripples upon the pebbles and sand
An infinite and
comforting process,
that brings to mind deep gratitude
for being granted a place within this majesty,
this perfect balance of indefinable law.
Perhaps I can stay
here, holding this moment.
Melting, dispersing into this great unending cycle
of life, the very breathing of a universe, and
blending and becoming one with all around me
The moment passes,
as seemingly through a veil..
my consciousness becomes aware of sounds
outside this, my newly created dimension, and then
a child cries, an aeroplane roars its existence overhead
I’m left with
feelings of sadness as the old mundane
reality once more takes hold and draws me in….
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We have but one habitat - one truth...
Life
is the song,
to which we belong,
And each note is part
of everyone's heart,
For we are all one
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© Chrissy
Hardman 2007
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