This planet has it's own agenda. It's not personal no matter what our neurons tell us. The sun is directly above the equator, and the hours of day and night are nearly equal.
It pulls at matter this moment, and I feel it even here--
encased in brick, surrounded by glass and steel, wrapped in endless
cables--I feel the pull of green going, of rot and rebirth, and in the
wind tonight a hint of Winter.
Nearby, People's Climate Change marchers are traveling back to their homes, while some marched to wall
street to face arrest. Dignitaries and presidents from all the world are
arriving for the United Nations Climate Summit. Further away, a friend
sits deathwatch with a beloved cat, another friend has fallen into deep
depression and will not be soothed, and yet another has run out of
remedies for his manic rage. Elsewhere, millions are cold, hungry, hurt and afraid.
I just sit here and breathe it all in. I will light the candle to burn through this Equinox night, turn down the bed cover, and breathe out a prayer: "May I be happy, may I be free of suffering, may I feel peace in my heart."
Nearby, People's Climate Change marchers are traveling back to their homes, while some marched to wall
street to face arrest. Dignitaries and presidents from all the world are
arriving for the United Nations Climate Summit. Further away, a friend
sits deathwatch with a beloved cat, another friend has fallen into deep
depression and will not be soothed, and yet another has run out of
remedies for his manic rage. Elsewhere, millions are cold, hungry, hurt and afraid. I just sit here and breathe it all in. I will light the candle to burn through this Equinox night, turn down the bed cover, and breathe out a prayer: "May I be happy, may I be free of suffering, may I feel peace in my heart."
Repeat For Yourself
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