This Earth
Believing in the power of growing
decaying and regeneration
Positively embracing
forecast of a new force risin'
and Earth rebirthing
with very little intervention
May humans appreciate:
their own power
and reciprocate
the infinite love of our Gaia
As we rise higher
To her frequency vibrate.
Love and light to the New World
Out of the shadow, always the light
This body
Is somebody new, if old;
Wishing many possible types of shedding
mutations, rejuvination, yet bold
statement of accumulation, yelding,
submitting to the forward changes
slowly, and painfully watching
as my anatomy through time ages
It's only my human cage
Bones, nerves, muscles, heart
Ticking time, and time again
Prayer, beauty and art
Can only take away the pain
For just a little while
For a little while
For a while
Oh now, a gentle awaking,
The senses returning;
The new spring within quivering,
In the running river restoring.
Sweet roses, sweet dreams,
Screening my skin, my aura;
Self indulging, cosseted, as it seems,
By an orgy of scents, festive floral;
Jasmine, feminine, yet now hide
A yerning for the eternal
Goddess inside
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Spiralling, inward circle
Searching around
Out and about
This and that
And the other
The other than me
That is a better one
A shiny being
Like a supernova star
A fantastic image of
a self projection
Past sweeter and bitter future
Blend in one
Like a capsule suspended
Like a snap from a sunny holiday
There, immortal, the magic
Only to come back to now
Where things seem a lot more tragic
Trying to figure how
This is me now and
This is me and I can't see
Blind in nowhere land
Nowhere to go, just be
Here, holding your hand
Feeling the warmth
I am home
Green, clean
Lean, spark and zeal
Aiming high,
Spirit's high
But no, not so fast,
Not so slow, either.
Weight and past
All the same, so eager
To drop and bury
All that did last
A faraway era
Lost forever
Like cells do regenerate
And of course now history
In my mind I incinerate
Faking some kind of victory
The only winner
Is Time, mean and so linear
In this awaken ordinary
Letting out a silent scream
Then going back to dream
That is my resolution
Waiting for a counterrevolution
For the ancestors
and our future people
For the disgraced
Humans in turbulent times
Cycles repeating
Per la gente che non sa niente
Per tutta la gente
For all, for each and every one
Person born into this
Remember this is us
Remember this is where we came from
And what is ours should be sacred
Not trushed, disintregated
Listening to the pulse
missing beats
This is the same,
Inside, our organs
the things we do, our mistreats.
Rottening, decomposing
And yet some think it is
True victory, poisonous interjecting
For the Whole Wide World
has gone mad
In need of healing
Desperately seeking
The wisdom lost
I am too angry to be sad
As what I miss the most
Is hidden in my heart
Deep and feeble
Can I still hear it?
