I’ve seen it in the bottom of a tea-cup.
In the way the bones have fallen,
And in the future revealed by the Elder Futhark.
It’s written in the stars;
In new migratory paths of the Eastern Curlew.
And reinforced by the southward movements
of the Alaskan Timber Wolf.
The solitary Blue Whale sings about this end.
Maybe I’m entering my menopause?
Perhaps it’s an epigenetic thing?
Whatever it is, its not a single trigger.
I’m getting angry, at times, violent.
At other times simply disappointed,
in your failure to understand.
I can’t provide you with support,
not for much longer anyway.
I’m changing and it’s permanent.
We cannot continue this relationship –
not the way it’s currently arranged.
You are going to have to change your ideas,
Or I will not be here for you – your choice.
You need to embrace new energies.
Tidy up my oceans and the water I provide.
Stop polluting my soils with plastic and poisons…
… just clean up after yourselves!
If not –
I’m going to have to ask you to leave.
His knees ached
As he knelt upon
The blackbean rail.
His hands clasped in prayer
In the Yakandandah Baptist Church
She smelt the soil
As she bowed before
The moss-covered Buddha.
Her forehead cool against the soil
In the forest outside of Da Nang
Sweat stung his eyes
As he prostrated himself
On the east facing mat.
Beneath the blue mosaic tiles
Of the mosque at the heart of Bahrain
Incense swirled seductively
As she raised her steepled hands
And lowered her eyes.
In the colourful forecourt
Of a temple in downtown Singapore
Colour dazzled his vision
As he knelt before the offerings
Bowls of fruit, sweets and spices.
On the steps of the dais
Amongst the bustle of spiritual Varanasi
Her heart sang
As she draped the chain of flowers
Around the neck of the elephant God.
On the cold scree slopes
Of the sacred Mount Kailash
All souls gather
Before their chosen faith
As they tread a mindful path.
Across the face of one planet
Our mother – Gaia, Earth
Inspired by a photograph on MrsMilnr blog her excellent post titled “Believe”. Cheers Mrs M – your photography always inspires me 🙂
(It looks like the moon is stuck up a tree, and I’m in the mood for a nice cup of tea – words by ‘Buck 65’ Click here)
summer rain threatens
moon seeks shelter in a tree
today I sleep-in
The mouth of the river opens wide
Capturing the cool ocean wind
And funnelling it to a gasping city,
Carrying the flavour of salt
And fresh open spaces.
The wind also collects –
Leaves from the cities gardens
Dust from the business of life
Refuse from the excesses of life.
All of this it delivers –
(Nature continues to do her work even as we seem to be trying to destroy her. I found this piece of inspirational art work, made from river refuse, on a walk along the banks of the Brisbane river).
casuarina’s fragile hold
the stork and the styx
Many streams and rivers in Australia only flow during the wet season – in between seasons the casuarina seeds washed down in the last flood take root and grow. The lucky ones survive next years flood. The river gives life and just as easily takes it away.
sometimes there’s a god
who’s whispering through the trees
humming through the earth
reminding me of my place
and my duties in this life