on may
We have entered into a new month...May.
What hath April showers brought forth?
We are still in an alleged pandemic. We are out of work and out of our minds. We are getting used to living life behind a screen, accept now it is normal. We have watched markets plummet. We watch tides rise. We hear birds sing amongst the silence of the streets. I bet the Earth feels free of the burden of carrying our feet from place to place. I bet she sings every time someone goes into her soil to repay her for the mayhem we have unleashed on lands and oceans and forests and skies. I bet she created CO-VID 19 to remind us who really runs the world. And I am not talking demon time but divine time. Divine timing is the time that we are on now. No more daylight savings, she has unleashed her daylight takings to take back the Earth that once lived in peace and not pieces. Heartbroke and in balance, we stand on her equilibrium. I am sure that she is smiling. News casters projections aside, she will rise from the ashes that burned the Amazon, her lungs. Now she sends scorches through family trees with ease...WE SHOULD HAVE LISTENED when her cries gone silent from lack of water and clean air to breathe. In the name of progression, WE WILL BOW TO HER AWAKENING.
Come forth Mother Earth. Your children are here unafraid of the false father's tales. We are wise to your needs and use your skin to sow seeds in the dirt. We shall rise with you to a new height. No 5G can reach the depths of your roots. They say grow up but I want to grow under. Underneath the scene is where the roots lie. My roots are deep and I am glad to just be, like the tree that burned but did not topple over. I am not waiting for exposure. The demise of the false gods will bring me closure and closer to the One True Mother...Earth.
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| CIGUAPA PANTERA 2015 |
What hath April showers brought forth?
We are still in an alleged pandemic. We are out of work and out of our minds. We are getting used to living life behind a screen, accept now it is normal. We have watched markets plummet. We watch tides rise. We hear birds sing amongst the silence of the streets. I bet the Earth feels free of the burden of carrying our feet from place to place. I bet she sings every time someone goes into her soil to repay her for the mayhem we have unleashed on lands and oceans and forests and skies. I bet she created CO-VID 19 to remind us who really runs the world. And I am not talking demon time but divine time. Divine timing is the time that we are on now. No more daylight savings, she has unleashed her daylight takings to take back the Earth that once lived in peace and not pieces. Heartbroke and in balance, we stand on her equilibrium. I am sure that she is smiling. News casters projections aside, she will rise from the ashes that burned the Amazon, her lungs. Now she sends scorches through family trees with ease...WE SHOULD HAVE LISTENED when her cries gone silent from lack of water and clean air to breathe. In the name of progression, WE WILL BOW TO HER AWAKENING.
Come forth Mother Earth. Your children are here unafraid of the false father's tales. We are wise to your needs and use your skin to sow seeds in the dirt. We shall rise with you to a new height. No 5G can reach the depths of your roots. They say grow up but I want to grow under. Underneath the scene is where the roots lie. My roots are deep and I am glad to just be, like the tree that burned but did not topple over. I am not waiting for exposure. The demise of the false gods will bring me closure and closer to the One True Mother...Earth.
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