Be Still, Listen

Be still Listen

The serenity of the natural world beckons, There are no planes in the sky now Only birds, And clouds, painted with Gods paintbrush

The cities and townships have quietened, The pollution has lifted from great Gaia For a century her breath has laboured And now humanity wears the mask To protect us From a virus of our own making

Be still Listen

Her medicinal treasures are fecund She grows the cures for all ailments She still bleeds oil to fuel our machines And the almighty Sun gives so abundantly of his free energy But still we don’t listen

An agenda devised an eon ago, And a virus patented a year ago Now takes centre stage In the drama play Another test Between two opposites Made famous in Hollywood scripts

Be still Listen

Humanity stayed home, And accepted Fear reigned supreme And survival became paramount Some prayed and connected, Others lost themselves in despair Acts of kindness And acts of war, The choice lay within

Question what you hear Question what you believe The unveiling is ripe, For those who yearn to see, Empty your mind And bathe your soul In the miracle of the natural world

She does not seek to control us, to surveil us, or to vaccinate us There are no patents on sovereignty and freedom There is no darkness in the natural world Even in the depths of caves shine crystalline light, Just as stars sparkle in the midnight sky Yet the agenda of darkness Is ever present upon Her And the battle is hidden from our view

Be Still Awaken

©️ Amata Goldie 2020