a cosmetic line of knowing * 8/13/14

Remember ceremoniously putting on

the wedding rings grown and blessed

by the tall trees from their own years in the making?

Remember slowly parting your thighs

to the tender luminscent touch

of the moon's soft but insistent breath of light?

Remember laying your bare head

trustfully on the stomach of the earth?

For now, we have to bargain

for intimacy with nature.

We have bought into the concept

of polished diamonds as valuable!

We believe in our naming everything

as if all is on display.

The manipulation of chemistry

is now, our conscious way of life.

Our future as humans on planet Earth

is coming full circle.

We need to remember also

what seems to remain nameless.

Before we were an enlightened species

the forest spoke to the wolf,

and the wolf to the forest,

and all others amongst themsleves.

We do not have those kinds of dialogues

with nature in response.

We only listen

to our talented self-conscious ways.

Before now, authenticity

had the bleed of a rich vibrant darkness,

an enormity budding yet it awaits,

the embrace of diversity in chorus,

the lush of the unexpected,

the majesty of these meetings in manifest

and the reciprocities with nature

we so desparately need.

With now, we only cope with knowing,

like claiming to own the silverware

far away from its table of usage,

and further fashioning

our care for existence

as through this, a cosmetic kind of knowing . . .