We have come to
blanket the earth
with our version of
comforting ourselves
on the earth and now
we have to live with
the labor of that
species-induced comforting
that we have intended
which actually does
not naturally apply
to the earth itself.
It is as if we have
come to perceive the earth
as our coloring book
in which we then
proceed
with our
special-needs crayons
to have colored the
earth.
And by doing so, we
have made the earth pictorial
and rendered it with our depictions and therefore
we tell ourselves a story
in which the earth
is the material representation
for our story’s needs.
But this story we
tell ourselves
is not the authentic
truth,
which is the earth’s
backstory itself
that is hidden
behind the book
that we continue to
make.
We made our
interaction with the world
into a currency of
our value of it,
which we exchange
amongst ourselves.
We, by that process,
accepted
a certain
blind-folded-ness as our way of life.
By doing this in our style,
we have created a
concept need
for the function of
blind trust
rather than
participating in the integrity
of being amongst the
aliveness
of the planet itself
and all of the
beings on it.
We have attempted to
make the earth
into our manikin,
upon which we
clothed
with our reptilian
brain lifestyle wardrobe.
In effect, what we
have
by our method of
knowledge,
is that we have
attempted to take
a branch from the
tree of life,
cut it off and use
that branch
to beat the life out
of ourselves into that tree,
as our reptilian brain method of approach.
And we see what a
by-product
we have become.
Our memory, in this
regard,
is like an ocean
cruise we take,
on our ocean of
think.
We are ever the
float
and the remembered
enjoyment
but none of the swim
or the emersion
or the movements of
sacred earthly currents.
Typically, our earth
to us is that,
we sometimes can
associate our breath
with earth’s breeze
but we have yet to
really acknowledge
the work of those
lungs of the earth
and what that does
for us . . .
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