the summer takes its toll
then summer turns the wheel across seasons
and 'climate' is a term used
Bone dry, they say
calculators come out
it's a crisis,
bring your 'fixing' energy
My body spasms, as i let out a gasp
this is what heartbreak feels like
the tears fall out
drops from the sky
What is it that we have not allowed ourselves to feel?
what is not ok?
if we only knew, the piercing unlocks the clouds
let it rain
Given my orientation towards both ecology and inner life, the poem Clouds in Each Paper by Thich Nhat Hanh really speaks to me. What it evoked in me was the connecting of the somatic life with ecocide. In the way of animism, there is no schism.
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