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Stand stranger, O Love, stand stranger,
Stand straighter, and lift up thine eyes;
The wings of the sun sweep about us---
We, the gift of the earth to the skies.
We have done what the god has forbidden,
We have leapt to the boughs of our tree.
Yea, now the danger of height be unhidden
We laugh with how easy we see.
Fear was God's name, and of olden
We bent for halt steps of his feet.
Now the dareways of life wave open
And faints in our ears his half beat.
He has crawled under dust at our leaping,
Lies blind in the dust, and is dead.
Brave Sight takes his place and, out-leafing,
Glances true My-Space ahead.
Brave Sight, that is stronger than Heaven,
And purer than peace in a grave,
And though Joy's not yet wholly unladen,
We are free, and we are not slave.
Step up, make it real---your desire;
No low-quitting effort should hide.
Reach lips in the name of our fire
Not curses of Hell can divide!
We have life, O Love, we are mortal,
And our blossoms of right are in hand;
Mid haloing rings of embracement
Our Time-taking souls command.
Come, let's foot off this little dim shadow,
There's a full glad world to view----
Smooth ways or stony to march in ior seek in,
Strong ways and first ways and true.
Yes, this is the grace of our giving----
That in choosing we use what we are,
And the courage of thought undeceiving
Outleaps any error by far.
Up now, the mountains await us;
They list for the beat of our feet.
We are coming, Beyond, we are coming;
Thine existence shall soon be complete.
We are coming, far birds, we are coming;
Wing out thy songs upon air!
Forest and River, we thy meaning deliver;
For the plans of _real_ makers prepare!
O Earth, O Rich Matter, Sound Being,
On Thee we do set out to win,
With Inquisitive Eyes now all seeing
And Masterly Thought without sin.
Stand stranger, O Love, stand straighter,
Show proudly the lust of thine eyes;
The praise of the sun pours upon us---
We, the gift of the earth to the skies!
Why in the World?
I asked myself,
"Why in the world did God create earthquakes and tsunamis?
There is such devastation, tragedy, lost lives, horrific suffering.
And then, I knew.
Long ago, before man populated the earth,
Before men developed metropolitan areas upon the ocean shore,
When mother earth was free to ebb and flow, free to grow.
There were seasons and tides, rotations and revolutions.
Her face was painted in different shades as time progressed.
Upheavals and uplifting, subuctions and cooling took place.
Eons saw her crust and mantel strengthened, altered…recycled.
The ocean waters rinsed the shores rhythmically.
The moon reined its beauty upon the nights and sands drifted.
Pulsating waves washed the shore…cleansing and eroding.
Crushes of elements sank to her ocean floor.
The shore rejoiced in its newness…for a while.
But balance is a key to restoration, a function of recycling.
She quivers; the earth quakes; the ocean regurgitates upon the shore.
Tsunamis return upon the land that which had been washed away.
Regaining equilibrium within the earth’s core.
Forcefully, volatile, crushing, engulfing, and renewing.
Long ago, before man populated the earth, it served her well.
Earthquakes and tsunamis were a blessing to the planet.
A natural renewal process maintaining balances purposefully.
Fulfilling a function…like a hurricane or a tornado.
Perspectives changed when man spread around the earth.
Civilizations developed; populations increased.
Man built upon Mother Nature’s shores to enjoy her beauty.
But the moon still reined her forces.
And the need for balance amid life cycles remained.
Freely we are given that which can be quickly removed.
Our souls cry out for understanding of that which must be.
Balance amid all things: atoms, cells, bodies, systems, planets,
And universes…
© March 13, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Throwing back the sun light to shower the world
Skin stretched out as much as possible, trying to flood the universe with his infinite cheer
Little feat scurry around, little hands wave up and down
Seeking more, finding an earth ready and welcoming
The air they breathe, the wind they feel
Laughs back at the
m as they cheer in joy
It tickles them when they trip
But they always rise back again; they always want to run again, they never think they’d fall
again
And even if they do, the wind will always carry them back up
They cry, each tear falls down and echoes through the soft earth they tread on
Tears of joy, tears that sprout around them a garden of happiness, a garden of warmth
Warmth that seeps in all around them, warmth that beats away the shivers and lets them
snuggle to sleep
As they frolic and play, a shadowy mist creeps in, white as their glistening teeth
A rugged mist with age worn eyes and an experience gnarled touch
As the mist rolls through the gardens that engulf them, that warmth they emitted turns
menacingly cold
The garden their tears had sprouted wilts and decays, weeds and thorns rise up to trip them
and prick them
The wind is angered; it blows through the mist, but as it soars down to defend its charge
It turns out of the mist a haunted demon
And batters them with hail and rain
It roars them to tears, tears of fear and pain
The air is filled with dust, they choke and cough and no one is there to help
The earth shuts its doors to the horror it sees
Little feat pound at the earth in frustration, little hands grow claws and rip at their assailants
Smiles turn into grins as they relieve their anger
Their fangs concealed, they shut out any sunlight and cheer that they once wielded
Corrupted dark.
© Samir Georges
2008
Men choose to live, and innocense is man's alone;
Who chooses not to live, let him his guilt atone.
I choose to think, and that's first seed of innocense.
I choose to act, and that's my innocense come true.
I choose to act for me, and that is innocent sense;
I choose my joy, entirely innocent straight through.
The things outside of man---all nature and all beasts,
Aren't pure; morality for them does not exist.
I have no guilt for using earth or changing it;
It has no innocense to mar, can care no wit.
For innocense, it came to being within man,
And only man can lift it up where it began;
Can raise, and keep it brave, by strength of selfish choice.
Fair innocense would die without a human voice.
So, you who guilty feel for using earth so well---
For making cars and building malls to buy and sell,
Who guilty feel for businesses that make you proud,
Say "No" inside your mind, then shout it loud,
"I choose to live, and innocense is mine alone!
Who chooses not to live, let him his guilt atone!"