Earth Changes: Windmills of the Mind

WINDMILLS OF THE MIND

The whirl pool of cyclonic fury from Yasi to Yuri,
Yuri means our sexual, spiritual, emotional relationship
with our true nature,
For nature has lost her tempest,
In a flurry of feedback loops,
An arrhythmia for the heart has lost the beat,
To the drum of ages.

We can look for fault,
We can look for blame,
We can cost account risk,
But in the end there is no name,
For this is a simple outcome,
Of thousands of years out of step
with the ecological footprint,
Two steppes behind,
Which has left deep impressions,
In the shifting sands of time.

For these are not computer glitches,
Or syntax errors,
Nor natural occurrences,
It is a cycle coming to an end,
That Wall Street cannot trend,
For the new universal order in the short run,
Is disorder,
As the earth seeks a new trajectory,
A refractory of spiral fractals,
For all natural systems are self organising,
And intricately linked by programmed DNA,
As humankind is not in control,
New patterns are emerging from chaos,
New landscapes are to be fashioned by eros,
Sculptured by the fresh winds of change.

So dear friends,
It is to not fear,
It is to cheer,
For real change is coming,
Weather we like it or not,
For we are not at choice in this matter,
It is out of our hands,
As we sat on our hands for too long,
Caught up in power struggles.

The song of ages,
Harmonises the many to the one,
For one that is in harmony,
Understands place and time,
For the sacred is sublime,
And for humans to be kind,
Opens a new gateway
to infinite possibilities.