What are We Praying For?

People prying and yelling about the future, a lot of

doom and gloom. Does the world have a better fate? I have

to wake up and really look around. What do I have control

over. Well I can dress myself, feed myself, and work. So that

is where I begin. I put on as much crazy color as I can. I feed

myself real food, trying to ween myself off of processed

crap. I keep my life simple and work hard at nurturing a

living planet.

I better dream my own dream or be ruled by another.

I already feel ruled by others. Much of the building

construction reflects a world view that is solely

interested in money. Hence, that becomes our focus

unconsciously. It makes me want to pull out my hair and

grasp at my breaking heart. I want to make a loud chant

with many people, against inane existence.

Let’s morn or get excited: something other than

apathy! I want to build something beautiful, something

natural as a tribute to this beautiful world. We have enough

roads, box stores, and parking lots. How about a garden, a

round earth house, or solar cooker?

My attention is my power. I give my attention to the

ravens, to the bugs, to the fox, to the grass, to the tree of

life. I just want to live, free from these encumbering fears.

I try to keep focused on what I can do and speaking my truth

one little step, one little breath, one little moment at a

time. At least at my death, the Earth will know that I have

loved her.