I have seen death
experienced suffering
I am renewed from within my own ashes like a young plant in a rich compost
And after all, we are strong and adaptable
My trunk is strong
My branches have learned to bend and sway with the wind
There have been hurricanes, pieces of me were blown away
and I screamed my pain and my loss
but I can withstand still more
And so can you.
Did you know, we are a strong and adaptable species?
The most adaptable, this is why we are sad
We journey all the time
even though we sleep through much of it
What if we all woke up
And let the landscapes lead our lessons?
What if we ceased to cling to
photos, locations, artefacts, addictions and patterns from paradigms practically lost?
We need very little, it’s all already here.
Wake up – we’re waiting by the side of cool, clear water
We’ll never get there by adapting to darkness
Nor by polluting the sky with madness
We were given sun, moon and stars
Will you open those sleepy eyes and gaze with me
We’ve come so far and we’re all so tired and it’s easy to sleep
but look at this cool, clear running river
listen to the evening birdsong
wait for the sky to fill with stars
and read them with me
Did you know, we are a strong and adaptable species?
The most adaptable, this is why we are sad
And
we
are
almost
home.
Tig Savage 2014
photo: LoggaWiggler
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