Belief Ecosystem

 

You insect mothers,

look what you’ve done for your babies.

You made perfect little green cases

on brilliant wet green leaves.

 

These simple observances,

are ancient mysteries-

mechanically and compassionately revealed.

 

Listen, I am going to tell you everything.

But it will be a myth, like all the other theories- growing out of observations, imagination, curiosity, fear, hope, and hold-on-to-your-seats.

 

Consider these:

The young leaves growing on old trees,

the paw paw understory.

The birds that sing like water in the creek.

Our veins the mirrors of braches,

atoms whirling like solar systems

and teaming tadpole puddles.

 

And this:

Jewelweed growing next to poison ivy-

the cure for what ails us

sharing soil with the enemy.

 

Duality and the lack thereof, drenched

and dripping within us,

Exponentially blossoming through the universe.

 

These trenchant clues

are not simply the earth

repeating physical structures:

beyond our ability to reason

a silent invisible symphony prevails.

The planet conducting in subtle ways-

the unseen world of emotion

evident in plants, rocks, soil, flesh, stars.

 

See how life grows,

needing light, water, nutrients?

Love is light, water, and damp earth.

We thirst, we drink, we are full, we grow,

then embraced by soft smelling leaves in the fall.

 

All the answers are here, in between the legends,

coalescing in raging rivers, pattering on new leaves, a gentle reaching network of mycelium.

 

If I look with new eyes…

 

If I look with my old eyes.