One Minute to Midnight

I am feeling inspired tonight to just post up poems. So I have to go with it. In this moment I feel an urgency in it. Saw this one and will post it. I had a talk to my brother today we spoke of learning to flow with life and not resist it. I feel inner work is very important. We are facing earth changes and the two are linked. It is time to work on the peace within. Now is the moment.

ONE MINUTE TO MIDNIGHT

The clouds float like ocean currents,
ushering the winds of a dawning day,
as night descends as blanket cover,
to rest, to retire, to rejuvenate,
our earth is exhausted.

The wildlife senses the shifting sands,
The wetlands in drought,
The drylands in flood,
As food supplies dry up at the source,
They must move to recover lost habitat,
Deeply attuned to supply and demand,
Population and species specific boundaries,
They must traverse into unknown hunting grounds,
To compete with human needs,
As the earth shrinks and population grows,
The ecological footprint becomes a Nike brand,
As this is the footprint fading on constantly shifting sands.

One minute to midnight is the time,
Sands in the hour glass expand deserts,
A desert storm of distraction,
For we are unable to see when our eyes are closed,
We think denial is survival yet it reveals the inability to adapt,
To change the rules,
To see the world differently,
To step out of behaviours that are the crime of the century,
As the volcanoes erupt molten ash as a nuclear winter,
Nuclear fission builds tensions from confusion and angst,
As the Antarctic ice shelf slides slowly into the sea,
We see only the tip of the iceberg,
And Greenland can be seen,
As actually green.

The smog, pollution and oil slicks,
Bring the scum to the surface,
For our water is not crystal clear,
The soils are not fertile crescents,
The air carries toxic fumes and acid rain,
The plumes from industry never cease,
As hot air is an endless argument,
For many are not reading this stern report,
Climate skeptics cry chicken little,
As they belittle natures breakdown,
To ensure we are still negotiating better contracts,
We are still trading carbon for small change,
We are still creating stock markets with infinite growth modeling,
For this is the greed that is patently blinded to climate change,
And as we wait patiently for others to change,
Time is running out as humanity strains,
For this strain of humanity is not open to natural selection,
As the silence of the lambs,
Are the good people…
Who do nothing

Yet to find solace,
Is to look into the summer solstice,
The Mayan’s speak of manifesting the shaman within,
To awaken to the fullest potential,
As true nature selects empowerment and self regulation,
As the old paradigm is replaced by the new transmutation,
For renewal is the flow not the fact,
The new information is transformation,
A regrowth of water, wind, earth and fire,
As human induced climate change,
Rearranges the DNA,
To purify thoughts, words and actions,
As a stream of consciousness,
As love becomes the leading edge,
For we are currently standing at the ledge,
Deciding if we will deny to the end,
Or fly to great heights to begin again,
And this is the great dividing range,
Defining the mountain shadow from the natural mountain high.