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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