Lines in the Sky

Lines in the Sky

There are lines in the sky,

white lines that spread and ooze,

they become fat, oily....

and they are suspect.

These lines were not here when I was a young boy,

they are recent additions to my beautiful, blue sky.

Do you see them too?  

And if you do,

are they suspect to you?

I know few people who see them.

Wouldn't one wonder why our skies are filling full of smoke?

Would not rational beings at least inquire about these drifting snakes?

They bring up questions that are not pleasant to answer...

There is no good that could be coming from these trails.

Maybe people don't want to see them...

Maybe it would be hard to sleep, to dream,

to plan for your magnificent future,

your well deserved retirement...

Our little bubble that has held us so gently in this wild ass world is losing it's air,

literally.

Our glorified, good natured, friendly homeland democracy is changing it's shape.

Was it ever what we thought it was?

The pretty facade is crumbling and an ugly face is leering from behind the cracks.

Am I afraid?

No. 

I believe we need to see that face and deal with our transgressions, 

our careless forgetting of creation 

and our dismal letting go of our vast human responsibility.

These lines are just a sign to wake,

to rise and to embrace the beauty and depth of our collective existences...

We are powerful beings, 

though we have become what we have done to our fellow creatures:

caged, raped, violated, deceived, programmed!

Must I add more?

No need for bad beliefs now, 

think well, see well, change well,

but know you are connected to it all, 

we are what we see,

nature is the mirror

Won't you be beautiful too?