Every landscape reflects the infinite grace of the divine and lives within my body
I recognize myself in the sunsets and moon rises
In the vast curving arc of oceanic horizons and the soft cool comfort of deep moss and ferny glens
The desert trickster, the coyote calls me out at night
The shaman shadow, roadrunner, looks me in the eye in the afternoon heat and i see myself staring back at myself
The Eagle and the Orca, the Otter and the Osprey, the Frog and the Butterfly
All infinite grace, all living within my body and I living within them.
I am also the chemtrail pilot, the corporate farmer and a constant user of petrolium
I am the animals living in pools of their own feces, genetical altered along with the plants they eat.
I am shredding the skies and filling them with heavy metals, viruses, bacteria and chemicals.
I am pouring radiation into the earth, sea and air, protecting the homeland by generating electricity
I am the banker trading fiat dollars for crypto-currency, building the sacred economy for the Carnegie’s, Rockefeller’s, Rothschild’s and other globalists to manipulate
Now my eye’s want to harvest my veins to sell to my bowels for the rebuilding of a
dysfunctional colon because my ears sold large tracts of my stomach to my feet,
at a tidy profit, for the rebuilding of the soles of my feet, so cracked and bleeding they were from walking across a treeless orb we once called earth.
“If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail, ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for.” ~ Thomas Merton
shantparv aka Peter
