UNDER SYMBOLS OF DRY BONES.

Tribute to Our Planet/Home/House.

With blisters on the soles of her feet

she takes a stance to face her opponents

she overcomes her physical captivity

but her psychological slavery lingers on.

Her movement stagnated

yearning to move but drawn away from her orbit

With a past she barely remembers and a future buried in quicksand

She keeps her stance firm. 

Oh Mama Earth

standing strong and firm

carrying heavy loads

carrying hollow hearts

evil soaring in your highest valleys and roaming beneath your dusty grounds.

Your waters balanced by the moon’s presence

  Your tenants carrying little hearts filled with hatred

separated by ego, geographical barriers, and mental chains. 

John lennon’s immortal melodies are an SOS,

calling out for pure imagination.

An imagination that conjures up a new world

A world where people live in peace

where there is no heaven up above the sky whose entrance fee is insanity

A world where there is no hell below us

above us only clouds, stars, atoms, suns, constellations, and birds constrained below the sky.

Though the ever burning light of the Force of life outweighs our bodies and we’re returned to ashes that weigh not more than 9 pounds,

I’ll pick up my cross and make my heaven on earth. 

Oh Mama Earth

they dig and dig your insides

they find remnants of Adam’s progenies under symbols of dry bones 

Glorious sons and daughters from a Single essence

The One point of inception. 

Our Mother gives the breast of life

We walk on her spacious landscapes

We drink from her running streams and rivers

We raise households on her porous soils with green pastures beautifying our abodes

Oh Mother Earth

Oh happy day.