Summer waters whisper beneath the woodland trail

Through the woods we wander, her mysteries unveil

The wisdom of mother earth, revealing the proof

That love lives in nature, in nature lives truth

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Deep in the forest of moonlit skies

Shadows dancing to the fire

Silence she sings into the night

Songs of mother earth, nature’s choir

 

Wisdom trees speak to the waters below

Spirits of the forest together they rise

Evergreen whispers in misty morning glow

Awakens as one into sacred skies

 

Ever long is winter’s song, along forgotten trails

Bold and sweet is spring’s conceit, to wake from her travails

Warm and wise are nature’s eyes, as summer skies unveil

In a place where wisdom awaits and mother earth prevails

 

With fading light still aglow as daylight descends

The waters whispered follow me, together we’ll transcend

Light your fires, embrace the night, and I’ll answer you in kind

On the waters of sweet repose, adrift in peace of mind

 

Around the bend summer awaits

Upon the dancing winds

On hidden trails to the lake

Her sacred mystery begins

 

We all share a wide array of characteristics, endowed with the unique property of language, or better understood, an internal system of thought, which allows us, unlike any other species on the planet, to imagine, manifest and transform the world in ways that were not possible until very recently in our brief history.

But one of our greatest skills, which we’ve had the misfortune of perfecting, is the unusual ability to design complicated and impenetrable institutions, and then imprison ourselves within them.  Rigid by design, these hierarchical structures frame our understanding of the world in a way that is most often imperceptible, incompatible with reality, and in direct opposition to our natural instincts for survival.  It’s only when we make a jailbreak and gain some well-earned perspective that we can look back and go, ‘What were we thinking?’

As expected, perspective is hard to come by in the modern world, where reason is ordered to take a number and wait at the back of the line.  I imagine the theoretical Martian, observing our tiny planet from afar, would have much to say about, for instance, our self-made and rapidly escalating environmental crisis.  She would see us systematically destroying our own ecosystem at a pace that we now know will lead to our demise.

‘Is there no intelligent life down there?’ , asks our Martian friend.

And yet we proceed undeterred, with more determination than ever to do what our institutions insist we must do, regardless of consequences.  The Martian, from her lofty perch, would simply conclude that our species has gone mad, if it hadn’t already.

From another perspective, imagine asking a child, whose instincts for common sense have not yet been subverted within the vast labyrinths of modern institutional thinking, the following question:  if this box is as big as we can get, can we get any bigger than this box?  I suspect after some careful thought the obvious and correct response of ‘No’ would instinctively emerge.

Is there no intelligent life in my new world?’, the child ponders.

As for the rest of us, we would carry on as usual, weaving very long and complicated narratives to sustain our myths of institutional infallibility and infinite growth, while privately, when no one is looking, concede with an envious smile the wisdom of Martians and children.

And how long do we have, one wonders, before our children, striving for their moment in the sun, look at us and ask:  ‘What were you thinking?’