What did you think would happen to a child left on my doorstep? Free to roam the the shelves. Delve into the dusty archives. A whole childhood to read whatever took her fancy.
She learned everything she knows from me. I always accepted, comforted and nurtured her. When no one else did. She felt safe spending hours. Within my booked lined walls.
Of course she’d find. Fantastic stories to immerse in. Hilarious verses to laugh with. Poetry as steamy as any video. More facts than you know. Opposing ideas and new wisdom. Philosophy and all the religions. Mystical traditions founded in ancient history.
Curious children do that you see. They search for and soak up stories and facts.
Of course all that. Paper and ink. Facts and fictions. Millions of words.
Put her under my spell. Made her seek my sanctuary. Endeavour to write stories of her own.
Wondrous worlds of strange beauty. The nature seen through loving eyes. Sensual stanzas that arouses desire. Horrifying tales of death and suffering.
Yes! I confess! That bright discarded child. I made her mine by love. Of knowledge and words.
Now she lives in the apartment of the head librarian. Spending days and nights with words. I think she’s happy!
Every person or incident is the Universal Teacher ~ ?
A continent in flames where not enough. Can all continents in the grip of pandemic.
Wake us up?
Teach us we have one planet. Show that we need each other to survive.
Behind the worry and panic. After – every nation for itself. Following the world closing in on itself.
There will be an opportunity for growth. A chance for insights. A possibility to evolve, as individuals and collectively as a species.
Learn how to prepare properly, crises and catastrophes are part of human life. Realize that most value life, health and relationships higher than material possessions. Accept we must care for our home. Our beautiful blue green planet. Mother of us all.
As the dust settle, my wisdom guided strength, subtle like roots, prevail.
My opening quote, comes from this song. The sampling itself seem to be based upon – Rules for Being Human by Cherie Carter-Scott. And seem to exist in several versions. This is the one most closely resembling the one I learned, here you can read several others.
Enlightening words from Masahide, 17th Century samurai, poet , mentored by Matsuo Basho. In Zen poetry, the moon often symbolizes the truth or ultimate awareness. The burning barn could be the hardship or catastrophic loss we must experience in order for our sky to clear, our minds to clear, creating a new view. Perhaps then and only then, will we be awakened.
What do you see? Something you haven’t before? Something you’ve forgotten? New perspectives, priorities or something much deeper. A revelation in thought? What does the moon represent to you in Masahide’s terse, epiphanous message? What does your burning barn look like? Have you experienced your own personal insight or enlightenment as the world deals with this ongoing crisis? Ponder these questions and pen us a poem.
Can a novel virus teach What climate emergency so far have not? The interconnectedness of a global world No country beyond its reach Collective action the only sensible plot Work together without accusing insults hurled
Can a novel virus show What’s closest to our hearts What we value most of all Do we dare accept, have courage to know Faithfully confess what we display in all our art Happiness only ever lay in following loving soul calls
Can a novel virus reveal How compassionate living will be Only way out the materialistic maze Can we make a New Green Deal Accept responsibility humbly Changing our planet wrecking, extreme storm inducing ways?
It would be easy right now to give in to hopelessness and despair. It hangs as a virulent miasma over the world. This new, unknown threat, has shook us to the core, in a way the rampantly accelerating environmental disaster has not. It has shown our mean, stupid side in different panicky behaviour, like avoiding all asians from the start, like stockpiling toiletpaper of all things, like shunning Corona beer. It also shows our denial, it’s only in Asia, not here, it’s only in Italy, not Scandinavia. Like the alps haven’t long been a favorite winter destination, like there’s not constant physical contact between people from different countries within many industries.
I think it scares us shitless, just because we know that we haven’t built a world that can handle any big upset. There is no marginals. Not enough time to react. In Sweden there is not enough intensive care units to handle a big outbreak. There might be shortages of testing equipment worldwide. Also we live with a financial system, aka the economy, that is one very skittish easily scared entity. Built upon something as unreasonable as everlasting growth…
The panic we try to hide is also the panic of loneliness, the fear of being sick, maybe dying, in a world locked in isolation. Humans are social creatures, dependent on interactions with others.
Personally I would advise wisdom instead of panic. If we truly want to stop Covid-19 from spreading the only way is to limit human physical interactions to a minimum for a while. Yes, that would be disruptive, but not as disruptive as most other scenarios.
Maybe it could also make us rediscover. That consuming things is not what we need most. Flying all over to meet, instead of using technology we already possess, to meet virtually, is also often bad time and resource management. When the people we most often wanna meet are loved ones. Maybe that new plastic toy don’t have to be bought because the family have rediscovered how to play in the woodland.
Mankind invented time So we could measure and explore Dissect the world until understanding Except we couldn’t comprehend Our home a finely tuned Planet-wide interconnected chaos system Didn’t want to know Nature isn’t ruled by us She moves and react after her laws Not the ones stipulated By on of her youngest offspring Still ignorant of our place in creation
Now time is collapsing in on itself Deep time All the billion years since Big Bang The five billion years of Earth The thousand of years since the last Ice age Which effects are still visible in my Nordic landscape Still makes our shores rise a few millimeters each year The planet still regaining a more rounded shape
We who haven’t been around For more than a blink of Earth’s eyes Are changing the planet In scales that affect geological, deep time Even if the layer we will leave in the earth’s strata Will be minuscule in size The change after that strata of human existence Might show a planet gone wild due to our tinkering A planet destroyed beyond The narrow climate band that can sustain human life
What will we leave behind? Will the planet still be blue-green harbour of myriad lifeforms? Will the human race survive to evolve?
With water to protect borders. Just close the ports to stop migrants from coming. They’ll drown. But what value do we assign someone leaving failing states to seek a better life?
In-continent frozen waters. European mountain winter, show paperless migrants from a wholly different clime. Why all winter-snow bearing people through history found it wise to respect, fear and revere the Gods of Cold.
Apparently I where unclear in my previous post today – It rains! Right? – that was my first earthweal post this week and this will be my second. Last weeks challenge prompt Ghost made me write this – Restless rest.
You are here for judgment by the Gods, You may put faith in us, But We do not bear responsibility for your actions.
The Rock cries out to us today, You may stand upon me, But do not hide your face. The Sea butts us about today, You may swim within me, But do not deny your inaction. The Wind whines to us today, You may use my power, But do not avert your eyes. The Fire roars around us today, You may use my warmth, But do not harden your heart.
Mother Earth accuses us today, You may be birthed by me, But do not expect a gentle Eden.
Humanity flails around, Still playing King of the hill, No Age of Aquarius in sight. Siblings fighting over every toy, Wreaking havoc wherever we go. Can we evolve, Grow up, Come together, Save ourselves?