Wednesday, April 21, 2010

seed + dellinger + Jeffers ..." Stars burn, grass grows, men breathe ..."

"Of all the species that have existed, it is estimated that less than one in a hundred exist today. The rest are extinct. As environment changes, any species that is unable to adapt, to change, to evolve, is extinguished. All evolution takes place in this fashion In this way an oxygen starved fish, ancestor of yours and mine, commenced to colonise the land. Threat of extinction is the potter's hand that molds all the forms of life. The human species is one of millions threatened by imminent extinction through nuclear war and other environmental changes. And while it is true that the "human nature" revealed by 12,000 years of written history does not offer much hope that we can change our warlike, greedy, ignorant ways, the vastly longer fossil history assures us that we CAN change. We ARE the fish, and the myriad other death-defying feats of flexibility which a study of evolution reveals to us. A certain confidence ( in spite of our recent "humanity") is warranted. From this point of view, the threat of extinction appears as the invitation to change, to evolve. After a brief respite from the potter's hand, here we are back on the wheel again. The change that is required of us is not some new resistance to radiation, but a change in consciousness.

"... For Dogen Zenji, the others who are 'none other than myself' include mountains, rivers, and the great earth. When one thinks like a mountain, one thinks also like the black bear, so that honey dribbles down your fur as you catch the bus to work." Robert Aitken Roshi, Zen Buddhist teacher, "Gandhi, Dogen and Deep ecology", Zero Magazin 

John Seed LISTEN


THE TREASURE
by Robinson Jeffers

Mountains, a moment's Earth-waves rising and hollowing; the
          earth too's an emphemerid; the stars -
Short-lived as grass the stars quicken in the nebula and dry in
          their summer, they spiral
Blind up space, scattered black seeds of a future; nothing
          lives long; the whole sky's
Recurrences tick the seconds of the hours of the ages of the gulf
          before birth, and the gulf
After death is like dated: to labor eighty years in a notch of
          eternity is nothing too tiresome,
Enormous repose after, enormous repose before, the flash of
          activity.
Surely you never have dreamed the incredible depths were prologue
          and epilogue merely
To the surface play in the sun, the instant of life, what is
          called life? I fancy
THAT silence is the thing, this noise a found word for it; inter
          jection, a jump of the breath at that silence;
Stars burn, grass grows, men breathe: as a man finding treasure
          says "Ah!" but the tresure's the essence;
Before the man spoke it was there, and after he has spoken he
          gathers it, inexhaustible treasure.

Robinson Jeffers, Tamar, 1920-23 Collected Poetry Vol 1 p 102
Stanford University Press 1988


WORD TO THE MOTHER

I once was blind, but now I see
I understand that the planet is the source of me
Literally, just like a mom gives birth to a babe
Mother Earth's given birth to everything that's been made
Word to the Mother
Source of every other
Thing, every being, in the ring of creation
And every individual's a manifestation
Of the grace innate in this place, space and time
Expressing the blessing, caressing my mind
Holy Osmosis!
That's what the cosmos is
Boomin',
Universe,
Earth,
Human.
From the beginning
The spinning Universe possessed
A spiritual interior
Inside the manifest
Blessed with a blast from the past
Free at last
As the Big Bang
Rang, sprang, sang from the start, from the void
Like a joy from the heart of the dark
And the light's
The birthright of us all
You and
I are all
The fire ball
The higher call
Inspires all with a sense of place
Let us find the divine mind
Behind every face
I've just begun to recognise the whole
soul force
Word to the Mother
Word to the Source
We've gotta get back to the Mother
We've got to get back to the Earth
We've gotta get back to the Mother
We've got to get back to the Earth
Word to the Mother
So how dare we
Have the nerve to disturb
The planetary Source
The very force that brought us alive
If She ain't in effect
There ain't no way to survive
How can we see no wisdom
From the ecosystem
This industrialized phase craze to pave highways
Yikes!
50,000 toxic sites
Nuclear power plants
Constructed with haste
Without any clue
What to do with the waste
Radiation. Seeping deep in the nation
Losing patience
With corporations
And abusers
Grinnin' like their winnin' when we'll all be the losers
Ignore natural forces
Deplete our resources
No remorse, we're off course, hold your horses.
Mother may I
Try to say why
My society lost sight of the whole
As we try and we try till we die to control
The Earth dream that can never be tamed
That can never be sold and that can never be named
What's a shame and is lame is that we thought it was clever
To dam every river ever
Never-never land is at hand unless we see and rediscover
There ain't no other
It's absurd to have to say it:
But Word to the Mother
We've gotta get back to the Mother
We've got to get back to the Earth
We've gotta get back to the Mother
We've got to get back to the Earth
The story of the Mother as I reminisce
is enough to make this brother ecofeminist
How can we limit this limitless exponential
Growth potential. Economy is secondary
Earth's essential.
The Mother exists in every wave on the sea
Every bird in the sky and every leaf on the tree.
Community, unity, you and me, family
All of us children born from 4 billion years
Of the blood sweat and tears
of the Earth
We need to
let her be
Let her grow
Set her free, let her fly, let her flow, let her go
And unfold
The way the mother intended
Activities that damage the Earth must be suspended.
Listen cause we're missin' what the Mother's advice is
She'll help us deal with ecological crisis
She's mightier
Than Aphrodite or Isis
And twice as creative, illustrative of the point
When the Earth gives birth to the Now
Still We try to milk every sacred cow
We need to chill untill we see
That no creature is my enemy
They're all kin to me
Earth is the remedy
For the malady
She's the truth at the root of reality
The elements of my bones
are left over from the swirling stardust of a supernova
Made by the Earth and the Breath of the One
Rain's in the veins in the flames of the sun's
In the heart each part contains the sum of the whole
Earth Body, Earth Spirit, Universe Soul
Word to the Mother
You gotta love her
We've gotta get back to the Mother
We've got to get back to the Earth
We've gotta get back to the Mother
We've got to get back to the Earth 

copyright Drew Dellinger, 1998
Drew King Dellinger
Promoting Justice and Cosmology through Education and Arts.
the Center of the Universe
PO Box 11347, Prescott, AZ 86304
(520) 445-6186
Drew@lankaster.com

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