Monday, June 27, 2011

Season for Flying Things

It is the season
of flying things
desert wrens chattering
doves softly singing
repetitive evening song
human voices call in the distance
doves settle into trees
quail families running in orderly lines
newly hatched life following elders

Tarantula Hawk
biggest of wasps
most painful of stings
buzz by my head
orange wings on metallic blue body
lands on fragrant Tenaza flowers
sip nectar
air thick and heavy
monsoon moisture building
I am insignificant here

Tiny lizards new to the world
run near my feet
smaller than my smallest finger
hovering hummingbirds
silent night hawks soar by
here the desert envelopes me
singing of community
woodpecker talks to her children
perched on the edge of a Saguaro hole
I am no different that the tiny striped lizard
searching for sustenance among the fallen leaves

Bats arrive in the form of dark delightful butterflies
fluttering and circling overhead
Mesquite seed pods fall to the ground at my feet
offering food
is this a gift for me?
I give thanks to the tree
collect the seed pods
no other place gives so much
could it be that this place has accepted me?
I often witness food
falling from trees and cactus
for each gift I give thanks
I know that by receiving these gifts
I become part of the desert community
what can a human give to the land in return?
why didn't my ancestors teach me how to properly accept these gifts?
trees are teaching me instead
knowledge has not been lost only silenced
more pods fall from the tree
as if the tree is asking me to stay
I tell the tree that I will return
next lesson to be learned while sleeping under protective branches
below the tree where many birds sleep

© 2011 Desert Dreamer

Mesquite tree

Monday, June 20, 2011

Closed My Eyes to See - a poem

At sunrise
closed my eyes to see
the world of sound
Cardinal calls out "Ether Ether"
blue water appears
becomes a tree of many branches
ancient bark patterns moving
"Ether Ether"
again, the rippling waters
this time condensing into a face
I see eyes staring back at me
ancient face
eyes full of wisdom
"Ether Ether"
blue waters
a single eye approaches
I open my eyes

At the setting of the sun
I reach out
touch the leaves
smell earthy scents
hear quiet voices
plants speak quickly
words flashing by
so many expressions
noise buzzing
like children
crying out to be heard
speaking faster and faster
louder and louder
I get dizzy

At night
open eyes to hear
stars speak
secrets spoken slowly
long drawn out syllables
sacred sound
universe sings
when I look at the stars

Art - Hand representing connection to the world #2

© 2011 Desert Dreamer

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Deep Green Resistance - Statement of Principles

Finally, an environmental movement I can stand by with my entire is as if I wrote these principles myself.  The land is waiting for the Deep Green Resistance, I can hear the Saguaro and the ancient Ironwood Trees asking us to join them in living.  I am glad to know that a few humans out there are listening to the land.

By Deep Green Resistance posted on May 8, 2011

Deep Green Resistance Statement of Principles. The soil, the air, the water, the climate, and the food we eat are created by complex communities of living creatures. The needs of those living communities are primary; individual and social morality must emerge from a humble relationship with the web of life.

2. Civilization, especially industrial civilization, is fundamentally destructive to life on earth. Our task is to create a life-centered resistance movement that will dismantle industrial civilization by any means necessary. Organized political resistance is the only hope for our planet.

3. The Deep Green Resistance movement works to end abuse at the personal, organizational, and cultural levels. The Deep Green Resistance movement aligns itself with feminists and others who seek to eradicate all social domination and to promote solidarity between oppressed peoples.

4. When civilization ends, the living world will rejoice. We must be biophilic people in order to survive. Those of us who have forgotten how must learn again to live with the land and air and water and creatures around us in communities built on respect and thanksgiving. We welcome this future.

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It is time to create art and poetry in the name of the Deep Green Resistance.  Below is my first computer generated art created to celebrate the birth of a new movement.

Deep Green Resistance maple leaf art

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Blue Goddess - a poem and a drawing

A poem and a drawing I made:

Blue goddess of healing
men for plants
of a breath
I show
to goddess
hand cedar
the sacred bodies
and you remember

Sketch - Hand reveals connections to the world