Salton Sea

I get all very Doomsday Device sometimes.  It is quite unpleasant.  And I recant all of my positive vibes, replacing them with negative ones.  I get hopeless and helpless.  Sometimes, I feel despair.  It's all to do with the state of things.  Our human affairs.  We collect and grow so many problems on this planet Earth.  We forget that this place is supposed to be a garden for food, water and beauty.  It is supposed to be a place to grow healthy in.  But, in our most human mind, we lost it.  Somewhere along the way, we lost our ability to see the ground we walk on or the stars above us.  We harvest bad feelings when we forget to let the good in.  We walk around on borrowed time.  Cancer twists around some things we don't see.  I want to be free of it sometimes.  The pressure is building along the San Andreas Fault.  Some kind of spring board release.  I don't want to see it when it snaps.  But there are positive forces building also.  Going low to the Badwater Basin while climbing to the peak of Mount Everest.  The world will change whether we decide to care for it or not.  It will take us where it wants us.  Our care should come for the quality of the Earth we stand upon.  Our care should come for the generations on the way.  We have some leaders reflecting this thought.  I want, I want.  I wish, I wish.  But these things are not easy to acquire in material form.  Lust for power.  Words fall on the weak.  What are we going to DO?  What should our activities be?  How do we baby step ourselves into responsibility?  Simple, powerful and pure.  These things are our connection to each other.  We are not as separate as we seem.  Awake and describe the very world you see.  Get beyond the neutron bomb.  If we peel back these layers of time, we are left with the flint and the fire.  We are left with the cave dwellings.  Religion, the scribbles on parchment to the very ritual.  The theater of the natural and dream world.  Of the want.  The higher desires.  To the wish.  Let the transcendent be activity.  There is the ritual stage.  The practice theatrum, theatron.  The dream stage performs and changes the ideas each time.  A dance with slight changes of movement.  Practice space for the creation of worldly change.  I am an onlooker to this play.  And I still follow patterns of the stars.  One great cosmic drama unfolding in the riot of the human mind.  Still crawl as if on the Death Valley floor.  Writhe past, as if it's 1913, Furnace Creek.  Understand the soil, terra firma, firmament the memory of water and long lost garden remains.