Just found this as a saved screenshot in my folder titled "works in progress." It's timestamped August 26, 2013, but I don't particularly remember writing it [then]. Don't know where and within which text file these paragraphs may be, but I kind of paused after coming across them while looking for something else this evening. Then or now, or anywhere ever, I feel all this every moment, every breath. It's often a challenge to detach from it and just breathe for breathing's sake. My Holiday prayer is that we breathe with the world; for the world. That we ask, "what can we learn? How can we improve?" That we express our love in any way we can find it true to our hearts. That we can expand our brains and allow them to grow and evolve. For the betterment of the Earth and all its habitats and inhabitants!
Photo of a Northern CA woodland by my father, Alex Chemerisov
We are tipped away from the sun
here in the north.
While the southern hemisphere hovers closer…
in the balance.
In the long night here.
In the long day there.
I used to celebrate this magic
Mainly aware of my dome of the earth,
a sense of “up,” a notion of “top,” a realm of
which are not really “up” at all.
They are just half -
and the world “down south” is another half.
Together they form a wobbly sphere
in all its chaotic majesty.
It whirls itself by a force of elegant nature
and holds us to it
with a magnetic pull
like unconditional love…
As much as we plunder the lands, the waters, the ethers,
Earth’s gravity does not let us go.
Thank you, world of colors, elements, sounds, creatures…
you are our ground.
I hate to ask you for more,
but please help us
grow better at
In stretches of nighttime dreaming…
in expanses of daytime becoming.
"Our world is in crisis because of the absence of consciousness. And so to whatever degree any one of us, can bring back a small piece of the picture and contribute it to the building of the new paradigm, then we participate in the redemption of the human spirit, and that after all is what it's really all about."
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