my family my house my land my country
my friends my school my view my space
my partner my guru my journey.
my therapist my doctor my hairdresser,
my job my money my business my rights.
we are adept at self identification.
my journal my blog my muse
my pain my wounds my diet my health
my church my religion my facebook
and at some stage there will be my death.
me my mine
the possessive pronoun signifying ownership
possessive meaning an unwillingness to share.
there is your god and there is my god
your religion my religion
your politics my politics
your beliefs my beliefs
your faith my faith,
between the yours and the mine can be a division so profound that conflict war and suffering have been the result.
it is not that the use of my is wrong in and of itself though we could learn to use it less,
rather we can inquire why we feel an almost obsessive need to identify everything as belonging to me, my, mine.
am I so insecure so worthless that I need the assurance of all the ‘mine mine ‘ to validate my very existence.
earth mother gaia planet whatever you call her is sharing all of her ALL with us.
what we can do is learn to inhabit earthmind.
without denying our humanness we can cultivate coming from a deeper connection,
a planetary mind,
a mind that thinks from the space of all beings,
that thinks with oneness sharing and respect.
an earthmind that will hold sacred this planet unto seven generations.
an earthmind that knows human is but one of many and while currently dominating the landscape realises this holds no future .
how to cultivate earthmind?
fall in love with the tree out your window,
with a cloud with rain and storm,
with the flowers and birds in a park near you,
with roadside vegetation,
with a creek a river a beach an ocean,
with the spiders in your home and the ants in the gutter ,
with the grass under your feet and the stars above,
with any and all aspects of nature that happen upon your door that peer in thru your window
that offer themselves to you.
feel into the grass seed bending in the breeze ,
the raven on the power lines,
the moth circling the candle,
feel the water caress your skin the sun bathe your body and the rich earth smells tickle your nose.
think /feel as if you are the earth coming to know herSelf for in truth you are and she is