Thoughts explode from the depths,

I know not where,

my blindfold ripped from my eyes,

our constructed world is a mess,

a house built on sand,

when the tsunami of flood struck,

when the merging fires ravaged bushland,

turning greenery to lifeless ashen black,

when the unseen killer virus struck,

wreaking havoc on our ordered disorder

of life on earth, a wasteland of free will,

what is left standing but a mirror

of the roots of the choices we have made,

and we have just began

to scratch the surface of our undoing.

who are we, how do we spawn the birth

of a new dreaming, a deeper listening to

the yearning of the Spirit

within us, to be One.