Do We Turn the Earthship Around Or Wait For Ancient Gods to Return?

DO WE TURN THE EARTHSHIP AROUND
OR WAIT FOR ANCIENT GODS TO RETURN?

Our earth is very ancient,

For there was once a time where nature was worshipped,

There was once a time where our nature was unsung,

As it was one with all that is.

The peoples of the older cultures,

Had time to cultivate their wisdom,

Observing the tiniest seed produce the mightiest tree,

As every season was a frequency,

For nature was the greatest teacher of survival,

It is the master of revival as species come close to the brink,

For the carbon sink sequestered centuries of real growth,

As climate, hunger, drought and floods drove humanity to sink or swim,

To evolve the imaginative brain that envisions,

Guided by visions, dreaming and spirit guides,

Entranced by the gravitational pull of the stars,

Whirling they revolved around ancient monuments

Casting the great shadows of the solstice in space and time,

For they knew they were humbled by natures elemental gods,

Sustenance was gifted when in harmony with the stars and seasons,

Pestilence was grafted to seasonal changes rebalancing reason for faith,

As Easter Islanders waited for distant relatives to return,

For the gods must be crazy to create such uncertainty, death and rebirth,

They prayed they would return the bounty of a new earth,

In one year, a thousand years, a million years,

They would wait, watch and learn from distant cousins,

As they wondered if their genetic inheritance was a curse,

They need to know who they are first,

What is their uni-verse?

On a flat earth awaiting rebirth.

The wisdom of the mother is to know the child,

To guide not dominate,

To understand not berate,

To communicate the reasons why,

To be patient and kind,

That unconditional love is blind,

For this is the role model of the feminine.

The wisdom of the father is to show the child,

To teach not rule,

To explain not be cruel,

To generate abundance without neglect,

To be gentle and sublime is the highest respect,

To love the son and daughter as two of one kind,

For this is the true role model of the masculine.

Our true nature has been lost in translation,

Our true identity has been merged into nationality,

Our true spirit has been determined by religious creation,

For purity is the love that has no boundary,

The wisdom that knows no limit,

For how can one build the castle and keep love outside the walls,

When there are no walls in truth?

Our world has been divided and conquered,

We have realised dominion over life not as the companion,

We have worked for self interest and pride,

We have derided those who differ from our kind,

We have denounced terrorists,

We have made enemies of neighbours,

We have seen consumers not human beings,

We have become addicted to the violence and the gore in ugly scenes,

We have sought excitement in the winners over the losers at the core,

We are only interested in the score,

As technology has trapped our attention not freed our imagination,

We have gone for the money as our creed and station,

For greed is the pink elephant unseen in every room,

It is the room without a view of nature,

As we traded freedom for continual supply over demand,

That nature cannot withstand such violence and plunder,

We did not understand that freedom is freed from fear and anger,

That every tear is to face one’s truth to become lighter,

To overcome ones battles and forgive the fighter,

To have more to give,

Giving more so others have,

For that is how we live by natural law,

And this is the end of the war with equality.

Our earth is turning and burning,

It is flooding as its blood is boiling,

It is blowing hot then cold,

Did you notice?

That climate skeptics are staying inside models,

As their model society sways and lists,

For the reality is record breaking as we slide,

Heart wrenching as we cannot turn the tide,

As we see multitudes without water or flooded by disaster,

Top soils eroding the globe by agricultural attrition and exhaustion,

Ice caps drilling core samples that break apart the north west shelf,

Natures sedition is in understanding the real wealth is the fools gold,

For humanity was never in control,

It was on borrowed time as usury transformed into profits,

And prophets returned to their caves as fear created enclaves of ignorance,

Denial followed the crowd,

Not looking up or down but going round and round,

In cycles without testing the cracking ground,

To realise fracking is releasing tensions,

Hot air hijacking the earth for the almighty dollar,

As the collar we wear tightens when we choose to remain silent,

For it is in the silence of the lambs that good people do nothing,

For future generations,

They argue there is nothing they can do,

Yet if they were true

they would realise they are part of the problem,

As they consume and vote.

So what do we do with this boat?

This spaceship earth?

Do we sink or swim?

Do we do nothing or evolve?

Do we change or do we wait?

For Easter or Easter Island?

Do we watch the horizon for ancient gods to return,

To save us at the point of demise,

Or do we save our world for the sake of love?

For gods sake?

Do we bring back the love boat?

Do we float and grow?

For the wisdom is to know.

Did you know that the love you withhold is the pain you carry?

The earth has no more carrying capacity for your pain,

So why not sustain and heal,

To find freedom is the sacred seal,

That unlocks the key,

Recalibrating a new earth,

For a new future,

Beyond your wildest dreams!

This was the true meaning of the dreaming,

We are awakening from the dream time to know

Only love is real.