Song of The Mother, hour 14

The one that stewards land

Is the land that stewards one and all

To try and separate creates the disconnect that leads to chaos

The symbiosis of our biosphere isn’t near, for it is us,

We a part of all the living, not apart from all that’s living



All connected in our being…


But civilization makes it hard to hear,

Life’s quiet song lost amidst concrete cacophony,

Amidst fossil fuel’s demonic combustion

Amidst plastic wrapped processed foods

Amidst chemically separated muscle tissue…

So near but yet so far removed

Never new and not improved

Quiet, listen…

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