Indigenous Ingenious

There is no sustainability in profit against nature; there is no sense in warring against what gives you life.

You may sell it to others in the name of ignorance and make them believe your lies. When you and your empire fail and crumble; you will sorely realize (the ingenuity of the indigenous mind!)

Everything we are, are from this earth provided in full. All we need to do is appreciate and a bit more well, oh why we wander pillar to post for some hidden elixir I wonder out every moment. What is it that our soul has missed on, that we need to kill our neighbor?

You quote bullshit like might is right, but I see you bit by a bug of insanity. You feel so proud pouting your shit, all you need is a hug and that there are ways to amend your wasteful ways.

In the name of those who are maim and cant speak your lies, we the sons and daughters of this earth will rise. We will come to the fore and not be afraid to pull you down.

What is the way out from the web of corrupt-o-cracy that we are a part of, that we define our life against? Is there a better way or is it hope against hope. Can we ever restore nature to her glory learning from her subtle ways, or are we doomed to live in a nuclear desert waste land for the rest of our days?

Your child and mine are at stake, all of life and its glory too if we make a mistake. There is no scope for hysterics or error this time around. We have let human horrors take on unprecedented row.

Pull the reigns, and learn from our mistakes. The indigenous tribes that have warned us all the way, learn at least how they could sustain themselves all of millennia without any advanced technological aid. How the mother earth has given them their heart’s desire and kept them from harm’s way.

Brick and mortar for another day, plants and trees to sustain us against climate change. Otherwise your money will not buy you clean air or water. Your corporate pride will turn to personal shame.

Be wise and spread the seeds of life and not hate, love unto another and love yourself just the same. All your mistakes can be swiped clean if you go back to roots and love the earth without staking a claim (on her in any which way)

Your excel sheets will not forecast your demise, your heart will jump out and walk away towards sunrise. You can choose not to believe in my words. But your conscience will surely destroy your false facades in the silence of your own head.

Still time to undo what you have done. Still time to learn from your ancestors and their unique ways (to sustain). Give up your fool hardiness and incessant need to create artificial hells, live on earth in peace – it is the closest to paradise you will ever experience.

Peace and Joy

Dancing in the Darkness (Part I)

A lonesome forest to the prying eyes holds the dearest secrets of the inner worlds. Not everyone knows what is going on other than those who still their attention accordingly.

The lone hilltop holding secrets from bygone times, where ancient men walked and helped those in need without any ask in return. The secret nature of divination which had its roots in pure experience of the super consciousness abound. 

Lo! Behold a broken down entrance to a cave nearby the waterfall flooding it with pure transparent water. The cave is darker as you step inside and eyes take a while to get acclimatized. The floor is uneven and wet and so is the roof (filled with ancient stalagmites). The entrance into the inner world (literally and metaphorically) 

The shaman howls a gentle weep and sends echoes down the cave structure, the howls spread through and echo back from and into the void. (There is no one to hear and no one to speak in the depths of this darkness) 

There is discreet song and melancholy in dance, a long moment of silent admiration of everything around. The rain pitter patters on the tree tops and then slides from the leaves onto our faces. As we set the direction inwards towards the underworld within and without.
What bewitching sorcery is this, the cave expands as we descend further into darkness. There are ways which it mends, ebbs and flows and sometimes we must retrace our steps to make headway deeper underground. Here there is solid ground (beneath our feet and supporting our minds) but there must be stronger resolve to break on through to the other side.
The mirror which is the water pool in this deep dark muddy and clearing at the same time. The world's are at opposite ends, can you see with your strong eye? The Shaman speaks this in my mind with the utmost irreverence. His impeccability is seeping through my soul. I am retiring to the inertia of my former life and lord behold, he is in those images too.
Veiling his face with a warrior mask, jumping like a violent creature of the dark; shouting sharp sounds into the cave's interior. He is whispering the na'hual into my heart.
Somehow all the pain and suffering I have kept inside; evaporates and the intense fear that I have of losing my love has been swept away. There is no one who will take away anything or add on to anything I hold dear; The Shaman has come to save me from dismay.
I dip inside the water pool and swim to the depths, there is an underground offering where everything which I hold dear (Clothes, jewelry, skin and bones) are all made to drift away and lose their selves in this deep dark pool.
I come on to the other side of this drowning cave... and it is a world beyond compare...

Peace & Joy!

Natural Remedy

There is a natural source of all this pain, there is indeed natural remedy for this. Why do we play these endless pointless games?

Why are we seeing so much disdain, enter suffering forever to remain.

I am tired, slouched on one corner of my world. On the other remains joyful never endings of childhood and youth. We could all be in such a better place if we ended our hypocrisy.

There is love round the corner, which will soothe your broken soul. There are rain drops pit pattering on your head asking you to go slow. The world has the solutions to all your pain. You just need to open and let it all go..

Sitting on the clouds where the waterfalls drain from the ground and fall into the bowl of the beautiful blue sky; looking into heavens and falling short. One day you are here and then eternity swallows you whole. Natural remedy for this ancient sore (of existence and its fatalities)

We all need to be cured, from insanity and knowledge and the ways we have been following; destroying what we see, creating out of greed. Dying always in ignorance and plight. Never living to inspire and love. What is the point of existence such as this?

Come together and be without any sorrow; take time to drink from the fountain of eternity where death and birth are both whirling around like in a cesspool. Drink deep and see it cure you of your illness (which haunts you lifetimes and bodies to go)

Cure yourself of malice and be more wholesome than who you are!

Peace and Joy