Steady rhythms through changing seasons embark madly across the face of her green skin. Perilous they move and I watch. Still. Powerless. What a hopeful mess.
What, but the awesome power of her will, can give us such an intimate connection to our own surrendered necessity? There isn’t a thing we can do and what’s more, should we if we could?
I find that to bow our head and to open our heart are the greatest gifts we can give ourselves in the light of such cultural hubris.
Humble your heart and pray. Pray your way, however that may be for you.
When the curtains are drawn late in the evening and your body lay quiet, what do you see? What do you imagine? Is it bliss or is it pain? Do you excite or do you dread?
As I dissolve the edges of my thus-known form, I can rest as melted wax upon the floor. But how dirty is the floor? How well have we kept clean my environment inside and out.
Our illusions of grandiosity have given rise to a dark force as we clammer to claim the power of the gods. Perhaps this is fair.
The challenge is humility.
However, when we begin accessing the power of the sun and altering the acts of the climate, we must begin to check ourselves.
It is the ceaseless attempt to become godlike that will have us destroy ourselves. If we are going to play God, then we must truly act as such—with perspective, presence, temperance, and benevolence.
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