Wow - that is so cool how you made that poem into a song! I’m sitting here looking at the sound track and I realize it looks like the teeth of a chainsaw and I hear this undertone that could be a chainsaw in the distance - and I think that this time the wood is stronger than the metal. Big bad tree branch, windblown, beating up on flimsy, rusty little tin roof - maybe it’s the sound of nature winning!

Thanks Dennis!

Blessed solstice - may all our trees win . . .
http://armedwithvisions.com/2011/12/20/rebecca-swan-what-is-that-sound/

The sun appears to rise

but it is we who are falling,

spinning into space,

out of control, out of our minds,

lost in birdsong and gently

expiring trees.

@Rebecca Swan
June 5, 2011

I’m reading this the same day that I’m reading that Entergy, the regulated utility that operates in Louisiana, Mississippi, Arkansas and Texas, reported a $2.77 billion profit for the last quarter - that’s for 3 months - almost a billion a month profit! The hotter it gets, the more we crank up the air conditioners, the more money they make.

It was 20 degrees above seasonal average yesterday in central Texas - 95 degrees in Austin - in April in the middle of an extreme drought. The state is being consumed by wildfires. Entergy is making out like a bandit.

There was a brush fire on the outskirts of Austin. It got out of control in the extremely dry, windy conditions and burned a hundred acres, including several upscale homes. People were outraged. How could that happen here, in the city? They say it was started by some guy camped out in a brushy area that hadn’t been paved over and developed yet, a homeless person cooking breakfast over a campfire.

If you love this earth, if you love your children, all children, the future generations, please make this Earth Day a pledge to fight for your planet, for the redemption of the human race on this planet.

May we learn to respect all beings and respect the earth, the land and trees, the oceans and rivers, the air and clouds and rain, the frozen north and the tropical palm trees and all things that live and move and have being, all interconnected in the web of life, our life, our temple of being.

Testimony

(for my daughters)

I want to tell you that the world
is still beautiful.
I tell you that despite
children raped on city streets,
shot down in school rooms,
despite the slow poisons seeping
from old and hidden sins
into our air, soil, water,
despite the thinning film
that encloses our aching world.
Despite my own terror and despair.

I want you to know that spring
is no small thing, that
the tender grasses curling
like a baby’s fine hairs around
your fingers are a recurring
miracle. I want to tell you
that the river rocks shine
like God, that the crisp
voices of the orange and gold
October leaves are laughing at death,

I want to remind you to look
beneath the grass, to note
the fragile hieroglyphs
of ant, snail, beetle. I want
you to understand that you
are no more and no less necessary
than the brown recluse, the ruby-
throated hummingbird, the humpback
whale, the profligate mimosa.
I want to say, like Neruda,
that I am waiting for
“a great and common tenderness”,
that I still believe
we are capable of attention,
that anyone who notices the world
must want to save it.

~ Rebecca Baggett ~

Thousands of people gather in a public square, chanting and holding signs, calling for justice. All the riches of their country are going into the pockets of a few elites. Most of the people have no share and no say in how their country is run and who gets what. Those who disagree with this arrangement are jailed, tortured or disappeared.

There was no question of fighting that system and winning so the people were controlled by fear. Until they found enough strength in numbers, in coming together for their common cause, and broke through the fear together. Look at them. They are disciplined, they are organized, they are committed to nonviolence. They are open and inclusive. Everyone gets a seat at the table. They are the Facebook, Twitter, cell phone, internet generation. They are beautiful to watch, taking back their countries from the old, oppressive regimes.

Building a new world won’t be easy. I hope their steps are true and as sound as the justice and equality they are calling for. Democracy means the people rule and these are the people.

Listen to the last speaker on this video: “We broke through that wall of fear. Nobody cares about himself any more. We don’t think individually. We just think of the whole country.”

I have experienced all kinds of fear in my life. Some of it justified by the immediate situation (some fear is useful, like of a hot stove or an icy road) and some of it just the deep grinding rut of fear in the mind. It seems to me that that kind of fear shrinks our lives and keeps us from shining out with compassion and sharing and love.

It’s obvious that if we are going to save our planet, save ourselves, that we are going to have to work together. The capitalist model of competing for resources, winners and losers, doesn’t make sense any more when 95% of the beings on the planet are losers (98%? 99?). Fear holds us back. What we can’t see when we are afraid is the joy of collective action, the buoyant lift of solidarity in action that carries us over all the barricades of fear and hesitation.

I began writing when I was 11. I was published by the time I was 14. But I didn’t find my life’s work until my first experience with a radical newspaper with a purpose (saving an aquifer and stopping a nuclear power plant and publicizing and celebrating the writers and artists and musicians among us). The joy of the collective action kept us going 12-18 hour days, 7 days a week, because that’s what it took and I felt so lucky to be there.

And I still feel lucky about my work. In a way, it’s easier now to reach a lot of people. I just sit here at my keyboard and type and post! There is goes. No trees killed, no printers ink (or bills), no gasoline used to distribute (well, computers aren’t exactly purely green). But I am alone in this room. I don’t see the people I collaborate with and I never get to walk into a cafe and see people sitting around reading my newspaper, hot off the presses.

I love it that the EarthFirst! newspaper is still on newsprint. I’m thinking about printing up the book I’m writing right now on a copy machine, binding it by hand and distributing it by just passing copies around, hand to hand. Kind of like a bucket brigade . . . pass it on.

Just wanted to pass on this poem, posted on Alice Walker’s blog.

Word reaches us

for Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords
©2011 by Alice Walker

Word reaches us

that you are sleeping, sleeping.

Dismayed

we have turned to the sea.

We encounter among others

walking there

a sense of what we have lost:

the broad expanse of humanity’s

sensitivity to the oneness of itself.

Gabrielle,

while you sleep, resting your nimble

brain, we think of walking with you

in the valley

of the shadow of death; holding

you up.

We hope you can feel our grief;

our sorrow vast

like the ocean that draws us.

We know in this moment you teach us many things:

how all across the world

there is no one who deserves this fate.

We know we must bleach and sterilize our

tongues,

brighten with understanding

all our dark thoughts.

Sister, whom I never met

except in this pain that has so

wounded you

thank you for reminding us

through your suffering

and your suspenseful sleep

that we must change.