Several poems came while I was there. Here's one of them:
This earth was given.
Not to us.
It was not given to us,
It was just given,
Life arising out of itself,
Blazing forth,
Blossoming forth,
Birthed into being
For its own sake.
We are such fools
To think we own it,
Control it,
Master it,
As if it were here
For us and us alone.
No, it is here
Because it is here.
It is glorious because
It can be,
Generous because
That is its nature,
Beautiful because there is
No other way for it to be.
This earth was given,
As we were given.
And the only way
to be together
Is for us
To bow down.
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