Even if your tears are restive your heart glisterning in trampled darkness'.
The sky touches the face of the blue earth and whispers, 'I am so yours". The earth wonders, "How could that be. You are boundless. You have so starries jewels, stars, suns and moons, and i , I am little, I have no own light. And Beyond that, in the modern era, in the Barbaric greed of civilisation, 'I feel, a thousand deaths on my body, no more flowers left to bloom, no more harvest to reap, tears have become irony, fades daylight'.
And the sky replies, 'i know, They came with iron chains
Claws sharper than the wolves, came hordes of hunters with perverted eyes of contempt. But, Even if your tears are restive your heart glisterning in trampled darkness'.
A poignant look at mother Earth's fate at the hand of so-called,`civilized humans who are so smart they can't figure out how to save their own nest.
But if Earth becomes too irreversible to regenerate like Venus, the sky, the universe, will nurture other mothers, many, in the hopes that intelligence will prevail (and become God?)
Such a mystical dialogue between earth and sky, thought-provoking and profound. It reminds me of my poem posted yesterday entitled "Sea Above the Sky", where I speculate about such things. I wonder if you saw it.
Kim Jong Eun è morto. L'esercito nordcoreano è ora al comando. Il loro nuovo dittatore militare, il maresciallo Ko, crede che con un'invasione totale possano raggiungere Seul, a sole 35 miglia di distanza.
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But if Earth becomes too irreversible to regenerate like Venus, the sky, the universe, will nurture other mothers, many, in the hopes that intelligence will prevail (and become God?)
Ron