Reformation of Climate Change

There is a metaphor of those in the ivory tower unaware of the reality on the ground. There is much truth in this, we only have to look at business-as-usual to see denial is going to work every day. Yet within the illusion of familiarity the planet is changing. This time is about knowing who you really are, what is real and what is not. Sometimes the tower has to fall for the phoenix of wisdom to rise from the rubble. We are moving through challenging times. We are all responsible, we have the ability to respond when we stop and think and choose a world based on unity and love. Then we will know peace not as an ideal but as reality, that was always real.

THE TOWER

Do you want to change the world?
Or do you want the world to change?
For to change,
We must rearrange,
The deckchairs,
On this sinking ship.

For the noble truth,
Is when one is nobel,
To work for the betterment of others,
Not one self,
Is an eightfold path,
To enlightenment.

To seek to blame the world,
Is denial,
To walk away from responsibility,
Is the child,
For the silent majority,
Obeys without question,
To question,
Makes others uncomfortable,
For why stay stuck in the groove
When the record is scratched?

Lulled into false sense of security,
Is the lullaby,
That sings softly the rhythm of what is known,
The unknown is the dark place,
With shadows climbing the walls,
For when one is uncertain,
Consent is imagined.

When one is dreaming,
One must awaken,
For there is always a beginning and an end,
The question is do we
Get up stand up,
Or do we lie still,
For many are lying,
They are sleepy and slow,
Dull and lethargic,
Not wanting to get up and go.

The world is in the drought of disbelief,
For the climate has changed,
War has estranged the river from the deep sea,
The mountains no longer pass,
For the crossing is blocked,
By deforestation,
The new devastation,
That has changed the world.

Yet reality is an unknown quantity,
For what is real?
What is false?
What is true?
Where do we waltz?
For waltzing matilda
Is the new matilda
That understands international law,
Is not another bore,
Sunk as the water table subsides,
But to replenish the springs,
With the cool of seasonal rains,
For every season there is a reason,

And the philosopher’s stone asks…

I think therefore I am – a Greek tragedy,
For she has reworked the stone into a sand castle,
That can be reformed,
The reformation states ‘I think and feel for what is real
therefore I understand,
Who I really am.’

Ego and mystery are mutually exclusive,
And I am not he who thinks,
That status and power are engines,
It is the image that masks the man,
Imagines the mysterious masks dancing at the ball,
In disguise,
For all are fooled,
Yet the truth is revealed,
When the walls come down,
Stones turn into rubble,
For the tower is crumbling before our eyes,
And it will be those that don’t look back,
That turn to stone.

Therefore: to learn from the past remembers the future.