From Karmarati Fool's Journey no.6: July 1, 2016 at Kapole, Hawaii.
You took me for what I was.
You took everything I gave you: my steps, my stomps, my dance, my cries, my laughters, my shadow, my plans.
I scratched you, scraped you, dried you, flooded you, I made holes in your body.
You stood still, under my feet.
You carried so much on y
our ground to support me.
For what I thought of success was to build high upon your shoulders.
But once I've gotten too high with arrogance, you pulled me down to gravity.
And no one can resist y
All towers stumbled upon your shake.
You let them all returned to your surface.
I saw you kept so much to yourself.
Your rivers, your mountains, your trees.
Naturally, you fed me with all that.
But what have I done to you?
For those billions of 'me' scraping on you with mad obsessions. T
hose billions of 'me' dumping poisons on your field.
I am ashamed.
And look what you still give me unconditionally.
This priceless ground to step, to stomp
, to dance, to cry, to laugh, to love and to grow.
The cycle repeats again.
And for billions of years, you've survived. With or without me.
I dedicate this note to my Muladhara Chakra and Mother Earth.
As they say it here in Hawaii: "Mahalo nui loa". Thank you very much.