I look all around,
at the cleansing of nature,
the meeting of times.

What is happening?
The birth-pangs of Mother Earth.
The coming of Light.

What’s our charge in this?
Present in the shifting dream,
to witness and steer.

Somewhere there is a planet Earth

Somewhere there
is a planet Earth
in which I can take rebirth
by the sheer force of the vision
I created within the mantle of death
to have a life,
to live and do
for a moment,
in between creation and death.

And there
is the miracle
of light, life, love and liberty.

It is the Great Work:

every act of existence,
a revolutionary act
against the overwhelming finality
of death.

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