“Street wise from the boulevard
Jesus only knows that she tries too hard
She’s only tryin’ to keep the sky from fallin’
Any man who says it’s Heaven and Hell
Prob’ly got somethin’ useless to sell
You ask me if I’m saved, but what’s it to ya?” from ‘Saving Grace’ by Erik Francis Schrody
Life is not a resource. Life is being…Trees—fish—animals—reptilian alive—life. Since life is being—then everything on this precious earth and in our sweet oceans—lakes and rivers are—beings. We too are members of this stream—our existence and freedom and balance are interlocked—in these motions and rhythms and rhymes. Dependents we are and we rejoice in the music of nature’s symphony and universal spirit-speak.
Life is not a resource. Forests are not board-feet. Our precious animals are alive and well and multiplying within circle-life and when undisturbed—are balance and the harmony of earth twirl and whirl across space—required for survival and never for—the commercial aggravation of money changers and the idiocy of gain. Precious must be protected—by wise beings—removed from destruction and worshiped as our only method to survive future days and darkest nights. Unless! Flash we stop and our carbon-based trickle ceases equal value and determination.
Life is not a resource. When forest covered this place—land once stripped is now concrete jungles and scattered sky-buildings layered from portions of little to—too much. Resource-speak twisted this place into battlefields and crime and punishment and the damage of civilization and the end of peace. Nations began with ‘battle-cries of freedom’ and the blood of poor laborers and slaves—created hope for many and freedom for—few. Life is not created—to be purchased or sold.
Life is not a resource. The middle of an Eastern portion of a world spinning across a universe of space and time and landfall and splendor—has a determination created by a Western ideology so foreign and devoid of principle that Sociocide is a study in collateral damage and a ‘resourceful’ necessity. Egypt—Palestine—Lebanon—Syria—Iraq—Iran and…Presently; these wars are battles of imbalance created by this terror from the West. Someday soon—this will pass…Life is sacred and family is love!
Life is not a resource—and Colonialism is the destruction of Society. Western civilization believes life is resource. However; life is interlocked and dependent and precious. Resource is another tool for wealth creation and the capitalization of destruction. Until decisions of an illogical accumulation of life as resources cease, the world will gain nothing and the drones of war will continue forever.
Life is not a resource. May we all become beings of balance and love? Remember we are creations of creative folk—never alone. We are spirits and joined to every living thing—seen and not observed. We are animals and fish and reptiles and trees and flowers and skies and moons and suns and stars and planets across many miles inside universes of many miles.
Are we the builders of grand places and the ancients of straw homes in tomorrow’s futures? Often music calls spirits to dance ‘round a late night fire somewhere in distant time—We began before the stars—And together we melt into the mist…
Fire and shadows cross a sky—Color moon of blood and gold—Simple songs and thudding drum—Stars light up another home—We move by wind across this place—In sunlight waves and dancing twists—Of silver rain and stretching space—Ship’s gentle streaks in skies of grace—With muted voice and silent rooms of—Blood touched throat and emptied tombs—Bridge walked toward and skylight’s scream—By taking flight and falling dream—Warming suns of days ago—With salted mist and taste of tongue—Lights of passion—times of rain—Wolf cries shout of sands and home—Across this universal stretch—Window shine in candle’s light—And let us touch another peace—Of safety sleep and lover’s reach.
Never back turn on the notions that eternal spirits are always in motions—of the—been there and maybe already done that—a couple of times—maybe—eh?
And! Beautiful you are…
’Saving Grace’ by Everlast—Erik Francis Schrody