For The Love Of Earth
“This planet holds a sacred significance. We have misjudged our relationship with it. By cultivating a deep respect for the Earth and its natural systems, we can gain insight into our own true selves. Only then may we find a path to survival.”
- m.c.f.
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At some point it becomes crucial for humanity to differentiate between what is imagined and what is real. We must take time to reflect on our self-worth, recognize the value of those in the world and around us, and release what no longer benefits us collectively. This allows us to move forward with the insights we've gained, the kindness we've extended, and the respect we've cultivated for ourselves and others. Embracing this path with goodwill, gratitude, and an acknowledgment of our achievements can be incredibly healing.
We should also strive to understand the fears that impact us on a personal level. By doing this, we can reduce the potential harm we might inadvertently inflict on vulnerable and marginalized communities who have done nothing to deserve it.
When individuals acknowledge the experiences that have shaped their lives, including the difficult, embarrassing, and painful ones, they can start to see how these moments influence their reactions and those of others. Turning negativity into positivity by taking responsibility for our actions is essential for building self-esteem, fostering personal growth, making amends, and nurturing compassion as well as understanding. Through empathy and awareness, we can find common ground and move forward together.
I sincerely hope people remain mindful of this, as these challenging times may simply serve as a reminder to help us reclaim what we have temporarily lost, our dignity, social intelligence, kindness, and love.
m.c.f.
Awake
Awake
0625.2024
I’ve been asleep
Such a long time:
I’ve not felt warmth
But for the sun’s arms
Nor have I seen the color in life
But for the green trees and blue skies,
The flashing birds and rolling seas -
I’ve not had connection but for
The animals who graced my life
With unconditional love.
I hardly know touch but
For the grace and freedom
Of the wind on my skin -
These are my beloved companions
Who take my hand and pull me
From darkness’s grave
And cause me to say after all,
Life is mysteriously alive!
Why should I cry with so much pleasure?
It matters little a heart is used
And matters less the time it wasted,
It matters even less fair weather friends
Wound after dispensing their tough love,
Or the tears cried after its punch -
For soon day breaks open its light
And our eyes awaken new and clear -
Everything is waiting to greet us
Even people with their promise -
This love leads us to this reward,
Of triumph and peace in this world.
m.f.
Instead Of…
Better To Do
0621.2024
Please don’t tend
Then yield to
The reign of sadness
Upon your back,
Or its weight -
And the shadow
Burying its dead
Between your breasts -
Don’t listen
Or look
(Because…)
What was it
Someone said?
I forget
Star gazing -
Behold this vast heavenly body
All Aflame in the sky’s night -
Behold its eyes watching back,
Its secret part of your blood -
Behold Beloved,
Behold this Love -
(That’s why)
m.f.
Another Love
0525.2024
Love is the daybreak
Embracing us and
Kissing eyes open -
And it’s the dark before
To warn or lead us home -
It’s the desire for solitude,
Where love is the teacher in silence -
Who else is walking love’s dark path?
Who else hears the music of love’s
Little black birds singing, singing
Their notes hung heavy in your head?
This might be the fiercest,
Most honest of all love -
It wants for nothing
But to bring us peace.
m.c.f.
Surrender
Nothing Left
0524.2024
This evening are we not
All alone and lonely?
And this morning
Did you try to be still
And stay resting?
We are all together,
A movement suffering -
Let us hold hands,
And join our hearts,
Let us dance,
And sing songs,
Let’s love and laugh!
Praise the tough life -
Because there’s nothing
Left to suffer the loss of.
m.c.f.
On Heartbreak
The Blue Cup
0916.2020
There have been
many breaks
to my heart -
of this the most pieces.
To be
in the shadow
of the early evening
is bringing my eye to my heart
some doom as I sit
quietly to notice
the broken blue cup.
m.f.