The planet will sing without us, for the harm we have done will be remembered by the Ancestors. The trees will shudder, the waters will weep, the winds will howl, the parched compacted arid soil will shrink at frightening memory, but life will continue.
The lives that we destroy – from birds to trees, to bears, to dolphins, (to innocent people) – become part of a “field” of memory that contains the seeds of each new form. Once purified the Earth will give birth again – but not to a species that was intent upon annihilating her.
Earth learns from her mistakes.
S/he is made of energy and a myriad of shapes – neither created or destroyed – Earth simply changes forms.
S/he fashions a starry cloak of gold and silver threads woven into cerulean blue… those filaments shower the earth with sparks, invisible threads penetrate earth’s mantle singing the Song of Relationship to crimson roots and fungi who begin life at the bottom of the sea (the whales hear them singing) Root tips rise out of emerald waters – emerge out of knowing that we are One.
Who will watch the Creators stitching human atrocities – holes we have rent in Nature’s fabric – Whole?
Love survives madness by turning to revenge…
The circle is closing.
Dissolution lies ahead.
Earth’s revenge redresses imbalances.