Archive for May, 2014

Gaia eye

At last we have come to it.
one small and fragile speck of interstellar dust.
One infinitely tiny cell of cosmic life.
A single jot of total potential waiting to be released.
Like the first bacterium leaping into life,
The Earth stands poised to exhale
the breath of human consciousness
Into the dark and lonely void of space.
A second Genesis
In this other Eden.
After four billions years of evolutionary struggle,
A new synthesis
of Human and universal consciousness.
At last we have come to it.

This is untraveled ground.

Four billion years
For consciousness to emerge,
then in only forty thousand more
To move from cave to high-rise tower,
From stone tool to robots on the assembly line.
All this, but still stuck in territorial grief
Remaining death to love beyond the tribe,
and soaking the ground with blood in every land.

Now the higher calling struggles to be heard.
For the most part
The dim and dance of boom and bust
Still drowns it out.

While the very Earth.
Trembles more than a little
Under the burden.

No flash of transformation is pending.
The way of evolution was never thus.
But always in the sheltered margins of the main event,
The questing mutant messengers have formed,
Secured their strength,
And waited for their moment in the light.

So will it be again,
As the pressure builds for consciousness
to hear the higher call,
Then reach, transform, and finally transcend.


Unless the sweep of chance wipes all that out,
Because we did not learn to play the part
Our consciousness created for us,
And like a curious willful child
Without a parent’s guiding hand
We fall into the shimmering pond and drown.

So at last we have come to it.
Whether to fashion a value shift among all cultures
Replacing sense of separation
With understanding of the all,
Or lose our gains against a higher hand.

At last we have come to it.

Desmond Berghofer
The Institute for Ethical Leadership


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from the waters




Like the sea itself, the shore fascinates us who return to it, the place of our dim ancestral beginning .  In the recurrent rhythms of tides and surf and in the varied life of the tidelines there is the obvious attraction of movement and change and beauty.  There is also, I am convinced, a deeper fascination born of inner meaning and significance.

When we go down to the low-tide we enter a world that is as old as the earth itself–the primeval meeting place of the elements of earth and water, a place o compromise and conflict and eternal change.  For us as living creatures it has special meaning as a place in or near which some entity that could be distinguished as Life first drifted in shallow waters–reproducing, evolving, yielding that endlessly varied stream of living things that has surged through time and space to occupy the earth.

Rachel Carson

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Those that dwell

among the beauties and mysteries of the earth

are never alone or weary of life……

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth

find reserves of strength

that will endure as long as life lasts.


Rachel Carson
The Sense of Wonder




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