Polluted Paradise

Polluted Paradise

The wind races the sea; waves rush to the shore.

Sparkling surf foams on the beach,

embraces the land with rhythmic roar:

SEEK ME.

 

The prairie grass grows tall; along with the forest bough.

Gentle rain refreshes the earth,

the dawning day sheds light on its worth:

FIND ME.

 

A robin sings in a tree, a wary fawn starts to feed.

Butterflies floating sail on the breeze,

fish are found in the clear cool stream:

TRUST ME.

 

Ships appear on the sea, men rush to the shore;

Paths are trodden in from the beach,

divide up the land make room for more:

HONOR ME.

 

The tall grass is seared; the forest bough is cleared;

Wood is cut, logs dragged away;

the mid-day sun beats hot on the clay:

KNOW ME.

 

A young man’s voice shouts with glee, a deer was shot from a tree;

Grey poisoned sky from the city is seen,

fish are dead the waters unclean:

FEAR ME.

 

Mankind is lost in greed; he can hardly even breathe;

The sun of truth shines bright indeed,

if he’d clear the air he just might see:

SERVE ME.

 

The Mystic Paradise sings, refreshing breezes to bring;

Cleanse the weary world renew,

a timeless cycle, fresh morning dew:

FOLLOW ME.

 

Deep within his own heart, mankind can find a new start.

Veiled in the mists of Creative Love,

the inner eye beholds a new heart:

BE TRANSFORMED IN ME!

 

For more on issues of environmental lesson of stwewardship see

http://onenessbecomesus.com

Winter: A set of four haiku describing a northern winter.

Four Haiku describing Northern Winter scenes

(when the cold is well below zeroF. Snow looks and acts different.)

 

Crystal world in white;

Shroud of snow, aurora’s glow;

crisp cold of silence.

A full moon rising;

scintillating sparkled snowlight,

twinkling beauty bright.

Timber wolves howling;

harmonies of ancient song,

rising yet falling.

Frozen haze of dawn.

glinting crystals, brilliant white,

Cold, clear in sunlight.

Metamorphosis: A Rebirth

Metamorphosis: A Rebirth of Spirit.

First, all insects hatch from an egg, on a food source whence it was laid.

Eating, growing, crawling through life, instars - shedding when skin is tight.

Larva, caterpillar grows so fast, for destined change will be a task.

Soon a chrysalis will affirm, an inward change with no return.

 

Chrysalis, a synthesis of of function shape and form, such wonder of mystery, efficiency adorned.

Cradle of magnificence protects the change within, Hidden from the eyes of men as it has always been.

Colors of a butterfly slowly showing through, the skin of protection, delicate but true.

its time for emergence, the chrysalis must die, so its inner being can spread new wings and fly.

Pushing and pumping, the pupal skin is cracked, out slips the insect from its previous form intact.

Coming together as it works on many parts, if all is successful a new life soon will start.

Wings now in symmetry the butterfly has flown, patterned in language code each species calls its own.

Now in a world that no human can discern, a metaphor of life reborn for which we often yearn.

For pictures showing butterfly metamorphosis see http://lifecycle.onenessbecomesus.com