Unnecessary Man

The river’s tent has broken, the last fingers of leaf fall
Clutching and sink to wet bank, spring anew winds come
Dancing and swirling across snow gone landscape, unheard.

Liken nymphs splay in the fields.

Sweet streams, run softly, till I end this my song.
With no empty bottles, sandwich papers, or rot,
No silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of Man’s disrespect.

To which the nymphs would depart, their spirit no more.

And of man and his friends, heirs of cities for dark,
Let them depart and be gone, the Earth miss them not.


With The Dawn

I lie upon the mothers grass covered face
Her welcoming embrace soothing my soul
I feel Spirits gentle caress upon the world
A fresh breath of life into this new day

I hold to the essence, allow the wind to enfold
In awe of life around me, all that I behold
Entrancing perfume of blossoms unbound
Aged aroma of trees, of life all around

My gaze upon the canopy, the bluest of skies
Gives witness aloft, here is spirits pride
Stars parlous wink as night slides away
And Mothers gentle sigh, another new day

Harbinger of heart, the new joyous song
I join with the birds, sing melodically as one
Lifting our voices most high and pure
A serenade to awaken, rejoicing in the return

Come cast aside now, your burdens and woe
Sense all of creation, awakened and astir
Revel in the sun, splendor in these gifts
Quickening of nature, a new day is born…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre September 17th, 2007

Precious Moments

Vibrant, awe-inspiring majesty
Lush and green, fragrant with the scent of life
Wild flowers mixed all among pines, oaks, and cedar,
This bountiful cornucopia of life’s essence
Inhale deeply, of the pungent pleasing scent of the earth mother’s embrace

All around you, the melodious sounds of the living
Pulsating ripples, ever changing rhythm of existence
Contemplate the unending beauty and rightness of this place
Open your senses to the healing gift it provides

A view, almost erotic in its capture of your heart
These feeling liken to a lover’s touch
Tender, yet ever building the passion inside
Hold precious this moment in your life

And allow what comes tomorrow
Fill you with anticipation and hope….

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre December 6th, 2007

Lies and Truth

I see them scratching at the earth mother’s face
Tearing her to pieces in their greed
The pieces sold as if a prostitute
For benefit of only those who use
For those who abuse

That is the lie
Learn that each step taken on her back, but borrowed…..

I turn to watch the old ones
Spending hour upon hour in prayer
The young ones all out fighting
Over the few bones left by the dog
It seems they would rather fight for that bone
Than dare see the reality before them
Crying out in despair, anguish and pain
They’ve been robbed of lands never owned

Long lost, the spiritual way of life
The balance of all things that were good…..

And now all they believe in is the lie
Believing that only the things of this world have value
That more is better, and they must have the most
And he who dies with the most toys wins

The lie of drugs and drink
Crutches but to make the lie taste more appealing…..

Teardrops during ceremony
Lead by the blinded young
No old ones left, to show the way
For the lie has taken the wisdom
It made us believe, that we had power
That we can own power, like you own the air

Yet we try to control the powers of the world
Like hiding inside bubbles to control weather…..

We no longer understand, the power of the wind
Of rain, river, or thunder
All of creation, belonging to the mother
Acting within the laws fair and just
True laws, of the great mystery above…..

And the pain, it unites us
We all hurt amass
As we huddle together and complain
And perhaps try to remember, who we once were
With the help of the great mystery, may be again…..

I beg you remember, we all are related
Made of the leavings of stars
The Milky Way is our road home
Our road back to the truth
The place where the tears were created

To but see, another mother awaits us
As we cast free this shell…..

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre January 11th, 2008

Earth Mother

Life pulsing through her caressing hands
Lands covered by a richness of harvest, fertile with bounty
For a time measured deep as the oceans, just as infinite
Complexity, as to the single grain, adrift in the sands undulating through desert wind

Plan simple, harmony and intricacy abound
Duty, her life’s meaning, exists to provide
The soul of her, her life and wisdom, riding on every breeze
Her mercy and strength evaporate, beaten down by her children’s abuse

Man’s creation reigns, devastation, disease, greed, hate
Disease of raw invention, industrial death our fate
War, meaningless demise, self-fulfilling extinction we create
Draining rivers dry, exploitation without care or need

Ever loving, tears mostly gone, she allows her children choose death
Feel the last gentle wind, her own breaking final breaths
From her pain filled eye, a final tear doth glisten
Aching sadness in her, knowing we bring our own end

Why do we not know the way, she has told us, is telling us now,
If only we would listen…..

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre December 4th, 2007