For the Profanity Peak Wolf Pack: “The Lament”
They have run all day
With the caribou.
Now, silvered shadows
On the moonlit tundra
They gather…
They have run all day
With the caribou.
Now, silvered shadows
On the moonlit tundra
They gather…
All Hail to RA
Giver of Life
Who brings forth
The fruit and the flowers
And makes earth green…
In little hidden places
The red fox and rabbit only know
Live the tiny forest flowers.
Mayflowers, foam flowers,
Star flowers, wood sorrel…
I am wolf.
I am caribou.
I am the circle and the blossom
And the unfolding dance.
…
Evening enfolds Her stillness
In a calm, dark mantle.
The Mystery is in my nostrils,
Thick in my mouth.
I can touch it.
…
The light
Is most beautiful
In the early morning,
Quietly glistening
On dewdrops
And spiders’ webs…
A wasteland
Destruction everywhere
Broken trees
Jagged earth
Silence, ugliness,
Desolation…
They slip quietly into extinction
Little fragile ones,
Dusky seaside sparrows,
Mission blue butterflies.
Great peaceful giants,
Elephants, whales…
Music of the Spheres
In the star bright night.
The dawn mist
Over the rivers.
The sighing of the wind
In lush green meadows…
I do not want to live
On an Earth
Without wolves and bears
And forests
And wild rivers
…
In Western religion, the Earth is merely the host on which we feed in our earthly passage, and the underlying assumption of the new stewardship dogma is that we should preserve nature in order to continue to exploit it. We need a revolutionary transformation that will free us from religious bondage and open our eyes to the beauty, wonder and Mystery of this Earth.
I think of the world of the moose
Quite separate from ours
And rapidly diminishing
I think that they live – and die –
Without damaging earth
…