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Earth Teaches Us To Be Humble

Let's go outside!
Look at the mountains.
The deep blue sea.
The seasons changing.

Jump from the thunder.
Feel the ground shake.
Hide from the hurricane.
Run away from the lava of the volcano.

We thought, we were:
Better than the trees
above the animals,
the owners of earth...

Earth is our extension.
If she is sick, we are sick. 
She is the womb of creation.
Surrender to her.

Love can heal many wounds.
Raising our vibration. 
We will be helping 
in a harmonious way.

We are just a small cell;
In this great consciousness
body called "Earth".
Bow down to the mother!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Leffanta Avatar
September 22, 2022 at 11:39 AM
No need to bow down as we shall all get down there soon enough . . . . Aloha!
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