Awakening to the Red Road: An Ecopoetic Odyssey 'Part 1 of 6'
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Welcome, world traveler, to a journey of awakening. This ecopoetic odyssey that is titled "Awakening to the Red Road," explores some of the intricate relationships between humanity and the natural world. We begin with a lament that recognizes the dissonance humans have created within our every day lives. Yet, among the discord there is a flicker of hope that emerges.
Prepare to walk the Red Road with me. Where we discover a path of respect and co-existence. Let each of the poems guide you. Question you? Hopefully, it will ultimately inspire you to become a steward of this precious planet we call home.
Section I: Anthropocentric Dissonance
(The poem continues with Section I)
Stay tuned for Section II: Nature's Cyclical Dance, which will be released in a couple of days!
Blessings,
Daniel Henry Rodgers
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"Awakening to the Red Road: An Ecopoetic Odyssey"
I. Anthropocentric Dissonance
- Daniel Henry Rodgers
Do you hear that rumbling?
That's the ancient woodlands wailing and crying out!
I can hear their echoes mourning as
we silence those whispering tree elders.
Sacrificing their hard-earned truths on the
bloodstained altar of our selfish wants and empty riches.
We humans swagger through these groves -
acting like we're masters of it all. So arrogantly crowning
Our damn selves as lords over every creature, plant,
and form of life –
playing god and recklessly dictating.
Which beings earn the right to thrive?
or wither away to cold dust and brittle bone.
We've devolved into a parasitic breed,
our swollen egos draining.
This world of its profound worth and beauty. Blinded,
we can't perceive. The sacred spark and
the divine breath animating all of creation, no.
In our self-consumed crusades
we treat life as a mere resource.
Fuel for our ecocidal rampages stripping the land to its very bones.
Yet my brothers and sisters from the Haudenosaunee Nation,
they still revere that Great Tree of Peace.
Holding that reverence close, while we've let it become
a relic gathering dust on the shelf.
Honoring the Peacemaker's teachings that we've shoved aside,
let slip from our hearts and minds?
The wisdom of "All Life is Sacred" that our kind has forgotten...
forsaken in our blind pursuits.
But we just can't seem to quit unraveling those sacred threads -
pulling and picking at that delicate soulful life.
Careless, clumsy hands tearing apart the masterpiece.
that was gifted to us to protect, to cherish.
With every selfish act, every discordant cry
I let rip raw from my core across these ancient lands...
That haunting dissonance swells -
a rising tide drowning out life's sacred symphonies.
A haunting dissonance smothering the harmonics of
living-
and dying all around me.
Each time I turn a deaf ear to the earth's groaning laments
every time I let greed drown out her melodies.
Still, I feel it burning? that resilient...
rebellious hope within the discord.
A clear voice piercing the din, pleading –
"Wake up, open your eyes, realign!"
Can't you hear our ancestors wailing,
ringing out like a clanging bell?
If we let our hubris drown out
their sacred symphony much longer.
Then mark my words,
the silence of these woods will become...
our ultimate undoing.
Copyright © Daniel Henry Rodgers | Year Posted 2024
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