Bubble of Illusion is about to Burst

The centuries are like seasons which are changing. Imbalance produces instability. We are witnessing the outcome of activities that didn’t take nature into account. Nature is sending out the call, a sudden shock. This is what is awakening humanity. The Europeans have announced they are taking their nuclear reactors off line. There is no way this would happen through human intervention. Nature is non negotiable.

CENTURIES OF SEASONS

I feel peace,
In the movement of turmoil
All are seeking,
But know not its name,
They know it is out of control,
They are subject to the elements,
Elementary calculus,
but the result is not an equilateral equation,
it is not equal,
nor is it lateral,
it is stuck in the mire of centuries of seasons,
never changing,
never questioning,
the process just evolves,
but as the new story is told,
we are running with wolves,
we have scattered the pack,
the deck is cut,
we have picked the losing hand,
in the basement of false hopes,
we are gambling the future away.

Our secure world looks West,
Abundance the ancient token of security,
Innate safety in numbers,
The stock exchange dances to supply and demand,
The share yields,
Lie fallow in the fields of instant gratification,
But there is no satisfaction in a demand curve,
There is no richness in being burned,
For true community,
Rests in unity of the commune,
Of the common good,
For which we are all a part,
For which we cannot live apart.

Financial analysts talk of bubbles,
Of the federal reserve,
Of deflation,
Of economic slowdown,
In the bearish market,
Falling off the cliff of expectation,
You can swim or drown.

But the bubble of illusion,
Is about to burst,
The raiders have lost the arc,
They are circled by the sharks,
For all comes home to roost,
Nothing escapes the cycle,
Life is a circle,
What goes out,
Comes back,
What is resisted persists,
What is permitted submits,
To survival over power.

So what of interest,
So what of will,
The bitter pill that must be swallowed,
Is that we live in a hollow cave,
We are floating in shallow waters,
Where the tide carries us towards the anger of nature,
For nature is dying,
Nature is crying,
For it is stripped,
We are in the grip of global warming,
But I don’t feel a warm glow,
Imbalances seek equilibrium,
Natural selection reaches out to universal forces,
As the seeds planted long ago germinate,
Permeate genetic manipulation,
Tinkering with the engine of growth,
Implodes in a chain reaction,
Where there is no half life,
There is no incubation,
It will be sudden,
As if a realization.

So the call must go out,
You will be given the news,
What you listen to is what you choose,
Don’t lose the plot,
For you can cultivate a new generation,
You can plant values to nourish their future,
You can plant love to energise their soil,
You can avoid the turmoil by harvesting the truth,
From the endless words circling the earth,
This can be a rebirth,
To see another way,
To finally have your say,
To listen within,
For the brightest future awaits,
Its kin.