Life's list of potions never ends and neither does our thirst for them.
How long will man plague this earth with his incredible and intolerant belly that sucks the life right out of our sweet maiden earth? She is our mother yet we plunder and beat her within inches of her demise and when that thirst that we so seek and treasure is still not quenched we then dance upon her with flaying arms and temper, demanding more and more and more
People can you not see your mother and keeper is weeping and weeping in pain and suffering. What have we done to our fair maiden, look at her eyes in the smokey skies and you will see her pain, stop and look at her heart in her abused soil and you will see the drought that is going to be the death of you, me and all of mankind.
With this I plea take her by the hand and help her back to her feet and make her strong again — she is weak. Even her tears of rain have dried up because we have stabbed her with our knives and made her hard, this people is the drought of life and our existence that I am talking about.
Heed my words, your mother is going to abandon you, you will be left on her plains, exposed and open to all her elements. This will be the drought of all droughts that will tear mankind's flesh from him and wither his bones.
I pray to you today mother have mercy on us as we have forsaken you. Forgive us and open your heavens again for we are only men and we are weak.
Show us the error of our ways so that we may change the past and start rebuilding our future with you at our side. Show us your waterfalls of life that we may swim in them again
Stop your breaking heart from bleeding (volcano's), Calm your waters and your fury that you invoke on us (Tsunami). Flex your muscles no more (earthquakes) for we throw in the towel — you win.
This partnership of man and earth that I speak of is my dream, my passion for life, and the future of my children.
This is my contract to you Mother Earth, I will no longer devour and rape your lands, I will no longer beat and plunder your essence, I will no longer flea from your everyday pleas of mercy. I will embrace you and raise you up, I will stitch and bandage your wounds, I will protect and comfort you. for you are my life and I have been committing suicide for far too long.
Let's begin first with my thirst for life and then we can move on to its drought. Life with all its thirst to quench is sometimes the downfall or the success of many a man. We all swallow down life's juice without a second thought: Passion, pain. Love, greed, lust, jealousy, hurt, alcohol, and drugs.
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Letter to the Author: Shane Kasselman at Shane Kasselman