#AustraliaBushFires . . . Our children will bear witness

This elegant poem is from Earthschool Harmony via Purpleraysblog. May we all listen and act.

Purplerays

Be a witness:

We see you as your rain forest burns
ancient green lungs erupting into flame
we hear your anguished cries
the same ones mass media ignore
we will give a voice to the voiceless

We will be a witness

Greed and eco terrorism rule
trade deals and wealthy landowners
deal in secret handshakes and dirty money
genocide ecocide sabotage corruption and lies
human impact fuels the flames

We will be a witness

This holy green cathedral burns
sacred land and sentient beings fall
billions promised for bricks and mortar
the hypocrisy of government and religion
trying to blind us to the truth

We will be a witness

We each need to look within
reassess our individual greed
reassess our individual need
make change and take account
all living beings equal

We will be a witness

No fear only love
no violence only action
no longer blind we see

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A Place To Be

Newly fallen golden leaves join

leaves of years past, now stiff and brown. 

There was a time when they were fresh and green,

their place made possible

by other golden leaves that, in time,

released their hold and found a new place

in the ever-changing order of things.

                                                                                          JDG

 

Primary Aspiration

I want to meet each moment

as a friend.

 My presence is needed.

                                                                    JDG

(With thanks to Sylvia Boorstein)

Pass And Fail

When I default to blame,

I fail to see

“de” fault may lie with me.

                                                                  JDG

 

Sunday reflection . . . . I just helped him cry.

Would that we were all this wise.

Purplerays

There was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,
“Nothing, I just helped him cry.”

~ Hafez

Text & image source: Jana Eid https://www.facebook.com/jana.eid

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