Rolling in, rolling out,
breath of the earth,
heart of the earth.
From your depths
life first emerged,
and in your waters
is life still unseen.
You were there
before we existed,
and you will be there
after we are gone.
Rolling in, rolling out,
breath of the earth,
heart of the earth.
Calm and peaceful,
violent and rough,
serene and flat,
white-tipped and choppy,
murky and sandy,
clear and blue.
Breath of the earth
heart of the earth.
I love this poem by my fellow blogger LuAnne Holder and hope you do too.
It is reprinted with her permission.
Posted on by LuAnne Holder
I ask
When do I begin?
When is it time to stop?
When will we slow climate change?
When will there be peace?
Yet, When implies a future
I should live here Now
In the Now I can’t predict
if a third world war may come or
if climate change will annihilate the planet or
if AI will take over human life
Now allows me, however, to
take steps to protect the environment,
spread lovingkindness,
be my own kind of activist,
help others Now
A doom and gloom attitude
is not being here Now;
such an attitude
is being here When
When hasn’t come yet, though,
there’s still time right Now
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