Father Sky, open your clouds. In our dreams the great snows fall,greeting Mother Earth sofeather-soft inbuffalo robes so white. Little bird tracksthrough sifting snow on rainbow trails to the golden corn. Come warm your wings in the glistening sun and hear my drum. Hear Solstice songs in the cedar wind. Let winter begin... ~Verse from Song by Diana Newman 2008
We should be happy to be equal with every other living thing. The way of Nature is balance and equality. It is essential that everything balances out so that none is greater and none is lesser. It should be a comfort as humans to know that we are not lesser than the trees or the grass or the whale or the eagle or bear. We also are not greater than these.
The bear does not think of itself as greater than the human or less. We should be so wise. We as humans should find that place in nature where we too are in balance with the rest of creation.Our attempts to control nature will only cause an imbalance that will lead to more controlling and of course more imbalance.
Why wouldn't we be happy to be able to share as equally as everything else? Why add the extra burden of trying to be the the Creator when we already have one? Relax! Relax and share.
The amber moon rounding into fullness magnifies the coming winter chill and right whales head off into elusive, reflective realms, curve and bend their tails into ecstatic light of mystic seas too rarefied for human eyes, leaving no footprint or trail behind to where the sacred cope-pod dwell.
By heart they know the way to what they seek through silver, dark, uncharted swells and yet, unfollowed by us, they encounter our legacy waiting ahead of themselves in the farthest reaches of the sea at the center of their dreaming place, our opaque plastics bobbing, inert artifacts,oddly devoid of spirit, floating beneath the stars.
