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We Are Earth

An Appeal from The Collective to Itself

By Adrian P. ‘Yobi the Bear’ BlumbergPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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We Are Earth
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WE are Earth,

And Our Garden,

Does not seem well.

Eden cries out,

That it is not hidden,

Nor lost.

Eden wants to be seen,

Under Our feet,

Felt in Our blackening lungs,

In the unnatural grit,

In Our teeth when We drink,

And in other Deep Places,

Of which We do not speak.

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Whether YOU see, or sense is irrelevant,

Once OUR Collective Self,

First knew, Its own mortality,

Our absolute lack of ability,

To save, or ever after answer why,

Would our Creator make,

Such beauty, only to annihilate,

Our Earth,

Our Garden,

Our Blue Sky?

By Karsten Würth (➡️ @karsten.wuerth) on Unsplash

In fathomless sadness,

We refused the Knowledge,

Of Ourselves, within ANY Garden,

Choosing to live within the waterfall,

Of every single tear, from every eye falling,

In each, and all, and any coming year.

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We must release Our Fear.

The requirement of Life, is its Death.

Yet that does not mean,

We should part early.

If We stop what The Fear, shall never mend,

And in Love Born in One again,

Will All grow strong,

As Love Borne by All,

Once Again,... yes, Again.

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Let Us continue, with the only Eden,

We will ever have, and have ever known,

From the start of the Big Loud Bang,

‘Till the flat Ultra Vanta Black,

Freezes even the Thought of Heat,

And all Memory of Water, or Ground.

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This is the moment,

We must choose,

To, WAKE UP!

or lie Forever,

Having not chosen, in Our Self-Made Prisons:

Frozen,

Floating,

In eternal terror found.

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About the Creator

Adrian P. ‘Yobi the Bear’ Blumberg

Birth is a life sentence on death row, yet we are all connected. I am a Pilgrim, Trail Finder, a Son of THE Man,& Prodigal Son. Starting at age six I dedicated myself to Love’s cause, then had cause to doubt. 41 years later I found Truth.

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