The shimmering of a rising dawn spreads out
and over the fields in this snowy mountain valley,
and as the light of day emerges anew, I step down
and out of bed, finding my feet; there's a flight
of stairs I must descend, and to remain
in that foggy post-dream world is peril without
intentional grounding, focusing on my roots;

Increasing light floods planet Earth in these times,
as she cruises through the photon belt every
25,000 years, signaling radical change to a planet
in peril; humans have harnessed their amazing
creativity into too many destructive channels
to the point where we have imperiled all of life
on this big blue orb, and we must awaken or perish
in what scientists term The Sixth Holocene Extinction,
and there is no other choice, wake up or lose that which
generations have worked through in our human
evolution thus far, and we are, indeed, awakening;

While some of us feel these energy surges acutely,
the need to remain grounded becomes requisite, feet
on the earth, roots intertwined with all else fastened
to her surface, head consciously in sync with the body,
heart connected to all we encounter, be it red wing
blackbird or a troubled human soul, where love
is the salve needed to help rebalance, restore
and harmonize, riveting dissonance back to harmony,
beauty, serenity and peace, which our loving hearts
most certainly know and remember.

Young koa trees, Mana Rd. forest, Hawaii ~ bj 2006