To understand the meaning of a trail of feathers
To glimpse the knowledge of the falling leaves
To read the temperament of a cloudy sky

In the secret of a brave kernel.
In the litany of a lost owl
In the cracked tree trunk

There is an undecipherable knowledge.

A knowledge heavier than these books
A knowledge more precious than a diploma
A knowledge older than your crumbling walls.

I thread gently

Through the wind beaten forest
Through the time carven valley
Through the water thirsty river bed.

Wordless stories
Numberless ages
Outlawed paths.

They try, oh they do try,
Don’t they?

To write theories
To memorize forrmulas.
To define laws.

Fragile hands,
Tired minds
Failing eyes,

Tarnishing plastic
Blurring fumes
Cypher tumors.

What do they truly know?

Of depthless abysses?
Of timeless galaxies?
Of endless species?

Cross out that word
Rewrite that paragraph
Reframe this theory.

Words,
Numbers,
Pixels.

Dust in the wind,
Tinsels in the wind
Radiation in the wind.

Drink deep that knowledge,

Until you canot breathe.
Until you cannot see.
Until you cannot think.

What of the feather at your feet?
What of the scent on your lips?
But what of the judd in your fingernail?

Did you listen?
Can you still hear?

The warning…

In bacteria who survived in the melting ice.
In the water who remembers those interglacial heights.
In the dried out bark that faces bravely the bitter winds.

Every night,
The owls wonders why.

Every morn,
The pink dawn wonders how.

Every eventide,
The vine wonders when.

It will come,
it must.

Come and go.
Leave and return.
End and start.

The turn of the tide.
The end of an age.
The beginning of the cycle.

On and on

The swirling orbs

Small and immense
Slow and fast,
Cold and hot;

Tell us of the never-ending dance.

The spiraling destinies,
The encircling doom.
The rotating pathways.

Up and up,
Down and down –

Yet,

you remain enamored of your plastic dreams.
you remain enclasped in your toxic adventures
you remain enclosed in your poisoned walls.

Never knowing
Never caring
Never living.

Dead before the end of the stories.
Dead before the beginning of the chapter.
Dead before the climax of this tale.

Come,
Take my hand.

Come,
Hear our song,

Come,
Feel your earth.

Earth,

Where all stories begin
Where all songs end,
Where all destinies remember.

Earth,

Plant your feet deeply,
Anchor your fingers deeply,
Breathe deeply.

And remember,
And awaken,
And be free…

Like the chittering sparrows
Like the twirling leaves
Like the twinkling daisies.

Frail
Ephemeral,
And forever free…