have postponed their migration. The winter wasn’t cold enough.
They stopped to listen in the stillpoint,
Held in air currents.
Do you hear the gulls cawing? Alerted to some scraps. Shall we invite the others, give them water?
A ‘Danish’ giraffe wants his life back, haunts those children at the zoo, made to watch him being killed.
The chicken and the egg have arrived.
The effect of triggers, of extrapolating desires, exploiting our ancient brains, fault lines, with clicks and hits, leaves us sightless: the universe appears online.
Human life degrading all life, entangled.

On some obscure edge, wisdom holders eat humble pies which sell like hotcakes here.
The future is uprooted, modified by scssr cuts.  Radical ‘imperfections’, so, who and what is born?
If the unlistening trait were snipped, birds could be heard. Let nature free from stacks and packages; a billion chicken’s legs, lamb’s ribs and self help gurus. Many tins and ashphalt rivers hide her. Much waste washes up on the shores of Bali.

Go, worship in a street temple, barely fenced off from the dung of wandering cows, I’ll wash your feet. A temple kept by one who maintains sanctuary from things, who left shopping bags to blow around unfull.
I need to feed my animals and the children taking shelter in my yard, the tribe need a grower, need the land.
Holding seed in my palm, I will make the earth, gather worms to turn it. Worms churn, silent.

In this catastrophe, seek great stillness, seep into the empty moment, hear other species.