Planetary Dreams
The Earth dreams
Alive
With the memories of all life.
The air dreams
Fed
By the breath of many creatures.
The water dreams.
Flowing
With the blood of beating hearts.
The wind dreams
Vibrating
With a trillion voices.
The world dreams.
Home
To the wonders of creation.
Opher – 17.2.2024
I do not presuppose a spiritual element to this poem, certainly not a god. When I refer to creation I am thinking of the incredible majesty of the genesis of that first simple cell and its wondrous journey to complexity through evolution.
We are chemicals that think.
This planet sings with the wonder and joy of a spectrum of life. That life teems in the air, soil and water. It’s thoughts, voices and dreams fill the planet.
Life is unbelievably wondrous in all its forms. The planet is alive with it.
We precariously spin and hurtle through space oblivious to the unlikelihood of our awareness. Every now and again I contemplate this in a sunset or a coal fire.
The dreams fill my head.