Being Human

Each day I wake to an even stranger world. One would think that as we age we would feel more at home in this strange place, for me it is quite the opposite.

I walk on this planet, feeling the connection to all living things but constantly come across the one contradiction within it all, humanity. I can understand the animals, insects, the trees etc and why they are here. As for humans, even being one myself, I just can’t see any good that comes from them. They take and take, destroy and destroy, even what they build is nothing but destruction of nature.

They see themselves as something special on this planet. Believing they are able to dominate the Earth and all Her creatures. That is, until nature shows the humans that they are nothing more than a nuisance upon the back of the Earth. Like a plague of fleas upon a child’s head.

Humans are one of the most insecure species on the planet. They have to be the best at everything. They are constantly having to deal with shame and guilt because it is what causes them to act. How they act based on these conditions is unpredictable. They might do as the other humans expect them to do or, they might rebel and go even further away from the human interpretation of reality, often causing humans even greater distress.

Humans like to feel in control. They like to believe that they are able to predict the outcomes of their interactions with other humans and even the universe. They are terribly afraid, even though they hide it behind false masks of confidence. They want to believe they are strong but they are actually very fragile. They simply can’t accept their place in the universe. Because of this it causes them much distress. Within them they know who they are but they are told to repress who they are and live for what others believe to be reality.

They are terribly afraid of death. They don’t even like to speak about it. Yet death is all around them every day, they choose to not see it. When they are forced to experience death, it is such an ordeal for them. One death of a loved one can affect them the rest of their lives. This seems strange being that death is a very common thing within the physical realm of life. If a person feels they have nothing in common with anyone else, they do have death in common with every being within this realm. It is the one thing that they all will experience for themselves one day.

Humans are such strange creatures. Both animal and something foreign to this planet. They belong on Earth yet they don’t belong on Earth. In most cases, they choose to live for the foreign part of themselves and try ever so hard to not believe that they are animals, as if it is something to be ashamed of.

There are some humans who are connected to the nature and understand they animals as well as this other side of which can’t fully be defined other than something that causes them to attack nature and the Earth. These other people seem to repress the foreign aspect of themselves and live more through their animal which connects them to all of the other life on this Earth.

Here lies much of the conflict between humans. Between those who repress their animal side and those who embrace their animal side. Those who repress their animal side feel very insecure around those who embrace their animal side and even tried to kill them all in a mass genocide.

Very strange indeed, these humans.

To be continued…that is, if humans survive themselves another day.


To Look In The Mirror

I sit outside forced to listen to a car alarm honking over and over again, seemingly never ending. When the horn finally stops honking, I hear the roar of the air conditioners. In the distance there are cars rumbling down the highway. One after another after another, 24 hours a day the cars speed by going to many places for many different reasons.

I see on the TV people selling things, tempting people to buy their products. Walking I see stores on every corner, parking lots filled, people walking in with nothing, others walking out with bags filled with things. Cars pass constantly while sidewalks remain empty. The bike lanes are also empty except for parked cars.

This is a normal day of within the human perspective of life. Working, buying and selling is what they live to do each day, never thinking of where the things they buy are coming from. Never thinking of how they are affecting the whole of life. Focuses only on their own individual wants and needs. Living for today without much concern of the future consequences of their actions.

They complain of the consequences currently occurring, without any thought that they are the cause. They complain about the insects as their populations increase, not thinking of the bats who have been dying off because of foreign diseases imported on the ships from other countries importing the cheap goods that they buy.

They complain about the wolves who, at times, might predate their cattle. To the humans it is a loss of money. To nature it is balance. The humans seek to kill the wolves because they are a nuisance to their limited human perspective. Not thinking about how wolves balance the very nature of their existence.

They complain about humans killing other humans. They point out the past and the madmen who once attained power, killing off all those who might affect their power. Racially discriminating against people who are different from them. Never remembering how their very ancestors slaughtered many millions of people, the indigenous peoples of the countries they invaded. Those they didn’t slaughter they enslaved to do their dirty work. Now they complain that about the survivors of their attempted genocide because those people again want their rights to live.

The human condition is such a strange experience. Watching humans, within a brief period of time called a “life” impose themselves upon other lives in a competitive dominance striving toward something. A something that resembles their own destruction. A species programmed to consume and destroy life in order for them to live their lives, even destroying other humans in order to attain the immediate gratification they desire.

One can only think, “When will stop complaining about the very things they put into action because of their blind desires and look in the mirror realizing they are the cause of their dissatisfaction.


Tunnel Vision

The swirling, whirling world of human productivity
Captivated by their endeavors, like deer in headlights
A lifeform of trillions who’ve made their appearance here
Consuming and exhausting the Earth, Her resources
Discarding their waste anyplace but within their cages
Out of sight out of mind, this is their mantra

Going here and there
Doing this and that
Being and seeking to be
Achieving and believing
Striving and competing
They go on and on about their business
While reefs die
Glaciers melt
Soils become parched
Plastics wash up on shores
Air becomes toxic
Oceans acidity increases
Temperatures rise
Beings go extinct because they can’t keep up
Yet, they believe they are in the right
Nothing can stop them
Like deer in headlights, they stand firm in their ways
Accomplishing their goals (they place great importance on goals)

When will it end?
When they’ve accomplished their goal
The consumption of the Earth and all Her resources


City Sunrise

Summer sunrise saturates
the golden landscape with light
City arteries fill
with metal corpuscles of various colors
Hustling and bustling to their places of purpose
Glass reflects light in random directions
Ravens supervise from high rooftops
Pigeons cautiously peck at seeds
and drink from puddles remaining
after the nocturnal water ballet
Worms drawn out by the moisture
move across the concrete
by waves of muscular constriction
in a slow yet desperate race
with the inevitable arrival
of the moisture draining heat
as well as the appetite of birds
darting and chirping from branch to ground
seeking life sustaining energy
before the Sun’s rising power
fully reigns and dominates the day
causing life to recede into the shadows
of the Mother’s loving embrace

Within The Night

Whining, whirling sirens
Flashing brightly in the night
Voices in the distance
Offer opinions and insights
Waxing Moon in the heights
Nearer to giving birth

Flapping wings and squeaks
Invisibly pass through the air
Moths to light fulfilling their delight
Shouts in the distance
A battle for dominance
Sudden cries, then silence

Lights upon the wall
Expanding then disappearing
With each car passing
Whooshing like waves on the shore
Inconsistent rhythm
Seemingly never-ending

A barking dog, then another
Aggression and growls
Defending their territory
A shout, slap and a yipe
Silence in the night
A gray cat passes by, lurking

Crickets delightful screeching
Music of the night
Comes forth in the moments
When creatures pause movement
The sound fills the air
Memory inducing

Candlelight illumination
Incense burning elation
Celebratory adoration
Worshipful expression
Moonlight dedication
Offerings to the Goddess

Life Goes On

Whoosh, hiss, roar, honk, thump, squeak
Standing on the corner
Waiting to cross the street
Examining the clouds overhead
Mountains in the distance
Birds in the trees
Snake darting to the bushes
Wind on my face
Sun’s warmth on the skin
Thoughts in the mind
Feelings in the body

The light turns
Crossing the street
Cars lined
Idling impatiently
Engines churning and chugging
Exhaling fumes
Passing before their eyes
Silhouettes behind glass
Stepping up to the sidewalk
Looking behind
It begins again

Whoosh, hiss, roar, honk, thump, squeak
Walking upon the grass
Stepping over a snail in the shade
A robin feeds on a worm
Geese overhead in formation
Water flows beneath the trees
A cool breeze
Ducks swim about here and there
Blue sky with cotton ball clouds

Life goes on…

Natural or Man-made

Chaos looms politically

Flowers bloom beautifully

Protests and unrest

Clouds flow freely overhead

Healthcare crisis

Butterfly flutters carefree

Bombs explode

Deer graze in a meadow

Stress and anxiety

Grass dancing in the breeze

Violence and hate

Moon softly illuminates the landscape

Threats of war

Waves fall upon the shore

Control and containment

Stars fill the firmament

The latest fashion

Love and compassion

Waiting For The Rain

A poem to no one
Well, maybe myself
And those
Who might take notice
For one reason or another

The sun is hot
Walking is an effort
Dreaming comes easy
I imagine it is raining
Or at least cloudy

The wind is pleasant
Cooling, though it is warm
With eyes closed
Imagine I’m flying
To a cooler place

The shade is a delight
A generous gift of the trees
The grass is cool beneath the limbs
I lie down
Imagine I’m in a cool forest

The sun
Give and take
Life reaches out green
Then falls away brown
Waiting for the rain