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

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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

“Plastic Christmas”

Hi. from David

In mid-September of “97″ a Christmas display in a local mega-store; complete with trees, lights, and toys; led me to rewrite the lyrics on a medley of popular Christmas songs with the thought of illustrating modern day Christmas themes.

The songs are

“JINGLE BELLS”, “DECK THE HALLS”, “WHITE CHRISTMAS”, and “JINGLE BELL ROCK”.

I call this work “Plastic Christmas” in reference to the plastic trees, toys, and; of course; the mighty Credit Card.Hope you enjoy reading it. I had a lot of fun writing it.

” PLASTIC CHRISTMAS “

 

David

Oct, 1997

 

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
how we love to laugh and sing as we play this Christmas day.
Oh, ring the bells, hear the bells, listen to them chime.
For it’s time to do what’s fine with a merry Christmas rhyme.

 

 

 

 

 

Dashing through the snow in our fancy Sunday best.
To the church we go laughing with our guests.
Sharing what we bring so all in joy take part, the spirit of this special time uplifting heavy hearts.

 

 

 

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.
How we love to laugh and sing as we play this Christmas day.
Oh, ring the bells, hear the bells, listen to them chime.
For it’s time to do what’s fine with a merry Christmas rhyme.

 

 

 

BUT NOW; (as the Industrial Revolution has taken on a
“Commercial Evolution”) Christmas time has turned to…

 

Jingles here, jingles there, jingles everywhere.
Once again it’s time to get those commercials “on the air”.
Yes! Advertise, merchandise, make that sale tonight.
Get it priced to sell on sight, gotta make the season right.

 

Dashing through the snow with a credit card in hand.
To the stores we go charging all we can.
Watch those totals ring, bringing such delight,
with such a hustle-bustle it’s a merry Christmas sight.
Oh, Jingles here, jingles there, jingles everywhere.
Oh what fun it is to see those commercials “on the air”,
Yes! Advertise, merchandise, hang those Yuletide signs,
tis the time, the sales are fine, gotta make that profit line.

 

…Yet somehow…
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones of long ago
where the starlight glistens and children listen to hear much more than can be told.
I’m dreaming of a warm Christmas, a love and peace for all to see.
Is there something else we might need? something more than what this shopping brings.

 

Deck the halls with season’s greetings, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Don’t forget the scenes appealing, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Don the tree with gay apparel, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Set the mood and play those carols, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Come enjoy the tinseled trappings, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Celebrate with gifts and wrappings, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Watch the football game that’s playing, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Hear successful merchants saying, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.

 

For it’s…
Holiday, holiday, holiday hop, get in the car you’d better go shop.
Wrap Santa’s presents while kids are in school, better go get grandma too.
Pick-it-up, clean-it-up, swing with your mop, dance with the beat, don’t stop.
Need to start cooking for more than a few. Its the holidays, so busy you would say, “join in the Holiday Hop!”

 

…Yet surely…
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, a yuletide spirit to behold,
where the warmest memories with cozy families delight in stories from the old.
I’m dreaming of a warm Christmas, a love and peace we long to see,
it’s a dream of how we can be, as we gather around the Christmas Tree.

For more the the case for world unity see http://onenessbecomesus.com.

 

 

 

 

“Cycles Within Cycles”: A series of Haiku poems

 

Here is a set of Haiku poems. Haiku is a Japanese poetic style. Each stanza contains three lines of 5, 7 and 5 syllables each.

Fall

Clouds come rolling in;
as the sky begins to dim,
north winds bring a chill.

Leaves rise in the sky;
whirls of color flying by,
restless winds of change.

Trees bare branches stark;
frost condensing in the dark,
crystals of beauty.

Snow flies from the north;
as the length of day is waning
birds fly to the south.

Winter

Winter wonderland;
moonlit snow, aurora’s glow;
crisp cold of silence.

Cold, clear as starlight;
glinting crystals, twinkling lights,
catching full moonlight.

Timber wolves howling;
harmonies of ancient song,
rising yet falling.

Spring

Icy grip softens;
snow is sagging wet with slush,
melting streamlets rush.

Promise of sunlight;
rippling. melting signs of spring,
warm, longer daylight.

Thawing warmth quickens;
life rhythms corresponding
ancient cycles flowing.

Summer

Long warm hazy days,
shouting children run and play.
“Let’s go to the fair”.

Come look, there’s a snake,
evolution at its best.
No, its not a pest.

Graceful, masterful
swallow in perfected flight.
We watch in delight.

Metamorphosis

Chrysalis breaking;
a new form overtaking,
freed from confinement.

Metamorphosis:
Winged wonder soon will depart;
showing what it is.

Unsustainability

Dozers dueling earth;
plowing under, asunder
overturned plunder

Unsustainable:
weathered carcass of topsoil.
Irreclaimable.

Spirituality

A dawning new day;
multi-hued new morning light:
A changing of ways.

Philosophy

Potential Being;
pre-existent what could be,
brings forth existence.

Birth, death, cycles change;
elemental force being
everywhere the same.

Pre-destined free will,
potential is essential;
Existence becomes.

For more the the case for world unity see  http://onenessbecomesus.com.