11. Passing Days

We have a cat named Marley.

She’s made of stardust… just like me.

When she talks to me in the morning

I think she knows she’s truly seen.

Sort of like my lime trees,

they get stressed

And they miss their sun.

It all adds up to the same old line.

It is all - truly One.

If Creation could speak to us,

I wonder what it all would say?

The trees, the birds, the fish.

I bet they’d ask us to change our ways.

Because the future we are pursuing

Will eventually silence the birds.

And trees will become novelties,

as mechanical lungs breathe our words.

But maybe there’s another way.

A way of Being that reconnects us with the Earth.

When we alchemize that “Let there Be”,*

breathed the mountains, the streams, you, and me.

No, nature is not “the point”… of life.

This ground is our brother, sister, mother.

Beyond the veil of foolishness,

of treating Her as ‘other’…

Human consciousness grew

in a field of spin, we know it as Earth…

way, way, back to times unknown.

But mankind now ravages our soil.

We treat Her as victim… not as Home.

It all goes back to ‘otherness’.

The weapon of evil in these present times.

But what do I know…?

I’m sitting in a sunroom

talking to cats and spitting rhymes.

How do I tie this one off?

I’m not sure where this poem’s going.

How can Oneness grow from otherness?

Maybe more composting?

And less mowing?

Ok, that line just didn’t cut it,

I’ll have to think up another.

Earth… is pleading with us

to treat Her more as brother, less as other.

So go outside. Breathe in deep.

Let your conscious presence - run and play.

Because all you’ve ever truly owned

are present moments, in passing days.

Book: "Into The Now", (presale) by Arch Cowan Jones

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