Earth Stanzas

responses

Manifesto...

Manifesto: After the Rain Go outside after a long, hard rain. Close your eyes and listen. Listen to the voices of ecstatic frogs in unimaginable numbers. Distinguish among the insect sounds. Notice how the call of the bullfrog adds depth and character To the chorus. Stay with it until you hear four or five distinct strains. Then allow them all to blend together forming one fresh, magestic composition. Notice the quality of your mind. How does your body feel? Slowly open your eyes. What do you see? A nearby tree? Water droplets hanging from branches? A misty sky in the distance? Can you still smell the essence of the recent downpour? Reach out and touch a glistening leaf. Stick out your tongue and taste the air!

Barb
Florida

We, this people...

We the people must reclaim the wealth of our labor/And learn to love our neighbor

Alejandro Ramirez
Toledo

Something sacred...

Holy the oceans Holy the sight of the big open sky Holy the sound as you close your eyes Holy the scent as you breathe in deeply Holy the touch of the Mother of water as She caresses your toes

Barb
Florida

Earth's desire is...

To be protected like a child

Barb
Florida

Remember...

Remember the taste of the snow years ago? Ponder that.

Barb
Florida

I am...

Venus floating in the night sky

Barb
Florida

Manifesto...

You took the long way, one day, with nothing but yourself in a strange wood on a trail you had not seen and dared yourself to cross the stream on a fallen timber. There was nothing to hear but the chatter of the understory; the dragonfly, you supposed, alters nothing on the signal-to-noise ratio you posit, but it may depend on the receiver. You rested on the moss-rock, threw a stone into the brook and noticed the world that goes on without you, realized while you weren't looking wood has gone on to mycelium and peat, the stream has already forgotten your pebble of an addition. And yet you, storyteller, you remained with your feet in the rock-turned-sand and learned, again, how nothing makes a difference.

Connie Kopko Kramer
Akron, OH

I am...

made of earth,

Nicolas
Canada

I am...

I am the fresh skin unscarred, the wound and the scab and the blood dripping into your cup, & I am sorry for that

Leslie Grollman
Edinburgh, UK

I am...

I am the disbeliever in Utopia & one who images it real

Leslie Grollman
Edinburgh, UK

I am...

I am the eyes that look, & look past

Leslie Grollman
Edinburgh, UK

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like Bacillus megaterium. Growing long and thin, large for a soil bacterium./ When nutrients are here, multiplying by dividing./ Forming long, links, chains of rods, snaking through the moist soil./ When nutrients are gone, forming a spore./ My genetic instructions tightly wrapped in layers and layers of snuggly protein. Safe for the centuries through tough times. / Awaking again when the feast returns.

Anne M. Estes

Thank you...

From ancestral microbes/ evolved/ today's eukaryotic energy sources./ Thank you alpha-proteobacterial ancestor./ My mitochondria convert food to cellular energy./ Thank you cyanobacterial ancestor./ Plant chloroplasts convert sunlight to food./ Today's eukaryotic energy only possible due to ancestral microbial metabolism./ Thank you microbes.

Anne M. Estes - @MostlyMicrobes

I am...

I am a bird flying in the sky

Maria
Coimbra, Portugal

Remember...

Do you hear it? Listen. It's behind the dull hum we've come to call silence. Shh. Breathe it in. Dip your ear into nothing. Why pour more into something that's already full.

Andrew Schwartz
Portland, OR

We, this people...

We, this people must be willing to work together in unity. We this people, have the opportunity in this life time to stand up to bring Morales back within our community. We this people, are the change for the next generation, let's make a difference and establish a better ethic system. We this people, can make changes within media across the board to choose not to have such sexual deviant behaviour as apart of our society. We this people, can defend victims of sexual abuse and human trafficking by speaking up for what we will and will not allow, through the media outlets, when it comes to advertising sex.

Javetta La Niece Cobb
javettacobb@gmail.com

Thank you...

Thank you, you wavy, blue ocean for clearing my heart from frustrations. Thank you ocean for giving me hope, by looking at your shimmery and gleaming waters. Thank you ocean for helping me stay calm, through the ocean front and waves running so very smoothly.

Javetta La Niece Cobb
Demopolis, Alabama

Something sacred...

Holy are the blue Jay's sounds in the morning. Holy, is a husband's love so tender like the sounds of a blue jay singing in the morning. Holy is a husband and wife relationship, like the streams of a river continuing flowing. Holy is a protector of love, like blue Jay's who are forever watching over their babies. Holy, is a marriage like blue jays always flopping together. Holy is a family mending and staying together like an beautifully desired blue ocean front.

Javetta La Niece Cobb
jjavettacobb@gmail.com

Manifesto...

Manifesto, the fields haven't been bargaining so much with this awful rain drought many farmers have been experiencing. Manifesto, our fruits have been ripped to so many. Manifesto, our vegetables have been carned for so many. Manifesto, many farmers are tilling wells and purchasing bundles of water because of the rain drought. Manifesto, farmers have found a new way to till their land and grow their fruits and vegetables. Manifesto, this drought of rain has been a good way of looking at things differently or rather in such a new light.

Javetta La Niece Cobb
Demopolis, Alabama

Remember...

Remember brown, red, yellow, white and black people all can bring a genuine delight to each of their communities, during our time on this earth. Remember plants bring more meaningful beauty to our earth, without the beauty of plants, it would be like living without an earth. Remember trees standing so firm and with resilience, is a significant voyage like many people standing firmly through the many storms and issues on this earth. Remember the goes around and around we as people goes around and around as well, we are born, live and past through this earth. Remember to make the best of your time while on this earth, for we are only here on earth for a split second.

Javetta La Niece Cobb
Demopolis, Alabama

I am...

I am a dove soaring high with opened arms. I am a loving dove flying high watching over you, that help you soar when your wings are broken. I am an arch angel protecting over you when are experiencing downtown's in your life. I am an angel of love who catches your every tear streaming down your face. I am an angel of life who walks with you through your most difficult times in your life. I am your guardian angel, who speaks to your heart and helps you make the best of your life.

Javetta La Niece Cobb
Demopolis, Alabama

Earth's desire is...

Earth's Desire Earth has no need of us at all – that is the irrefutable truth. On the other hand, We would not, and cannot, exist without Earth. No Earth – no us. No us – Earth will go on. Is this not self-evident? Earth has no desires at all. Earth’s needs are simply dictated by the nature of its existence - just as we are by our nature - a plethora of Earthly desires: oceans, rivers, lakes, mountains, forests, soil, minerals, plants, animals, phenomenal beauty, magnificent power, and every breath of air we breathe. Would it not just make sense to treat the Earth with consideration and respect? Are we not at lease that intelligent? Or, will greed destroy all?

Ken Wade
Seattle, WA

Remember...

Remember the blood-dripping sunset coagulating along the snow-blanketed mountains that lie off to the West, the ghostly-pale full-moon crawling up the Eastern Ridge dragging a scorpion's tail from behind? What a glorious, marvelous, incredible night to be naked and howling at the wilderness moon. My God! An answer has come back soon. A howling pack of coyote brothers have heard my cries and are on their way to lick my sorrows away. I think I will just lie down here, underneath the spinning stars gone mad, Curled up next to my new-found desert friends, Waiting for the morning sun to rise again as it always has.

Ken Wade
Seattle, WA

I am...

I am the blue ridge mountains, pillars of the sacred, always crumbling / I am the tulip poplar whose leaves give voice to the rain / I am the cicada who bides her time seven years, before rising from the soil / I am the bitter chickweed who sprints to conquer the forest floor / I am the Virginia creeper who winds limbs tightly around a beech tree, a stolen life / I am Minetta Creek, an ancient flow of conscious molecules beneath a naive world of concrete and metal / I am the wind which fuels and is fueled by all life

Callan
Charlottesville, VA

I am...

I am the sandhill crane dancing through the grasses - pas de bourree.

Ken Wade
Seattle, WA

I am...

I am bamboo I cannot be contained only pruned . . . giving me space to breathe . . . space to open . . . space to let life renew. . .

Pepper J. Sbarbaro
Berkeley, California, USA

I am...

I am a city child but nature is my jam.

Mrs. Derrick
Baltimore

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like an otter, sleeping tethered to kelp, paws pressed, smell of the sea thick in my triangle nose, embodying the rhythm of wave, all softness, all play.

Erin Robertson
Louisville, Colorado

Thank you...

Moon Creek, you sing to me even when I'm tired. I rest my eyes on your flashing flow and instantly relax. You smooth away the snow and bring spring here. Thank you for your unceasing song.

Erin Robertson
Louisville, Colorado

We, this people...

We, this people, must know ourselves as no different from any other people, any other apes, any other mammals, any other vertebrates, any other animals, any other beings, any other assemblages of molecules/energy/space. We are all one.

Erin Robertson
Louisville, Colorado

Manifesto...

Get out of all walls, where you can see sky. Face north. Listen for the farthest sound, at the very edge of hearing - note it with thanks. Face east. Bow to the earth, nose to soil, until you smell the scent of this place. Face south. Run your hands over the nearest living thing, caressing it and memorizing it with your skin. Face west. Open your mouth wide to taste the air on your tongue, sipping the day. Now turn until you see something remarkable. Thank it by name, or approximation. Do this every day you are blessed with presence.

Erin Robertson
Louisville, Colorado

Something sacred...

Holy the endangered. Holy the prairie dogs alarm-calling. Holy the oil shale penstemons dotting coveted white cliffs with purple. Holy the pikas gathering hay in summer heat. Holy the Gunnison sage-grouse booming while the wells pump. Holy the small and insignificant, magnificent in their complexity.

Erin Robertson
Louisville, Colorado

Earth's desire is...

To be lived on gently, in harmonious energy with her cycles. To be respected, in acknowledgment that she is the source of all. To be given thanks, in reciprocity for the gifts she gives, including life.

Erin Robertson
Louisville, Colorado

Something sacred...

Holy the green visible wind.

Virginia Schultz
Gold Hill, CO

Earth's desire is...

for her nectar to flutter all hearts

Virginia Schultz
Gold Hill, CO

Remember...

Remember the fire sky. Taking tiny breaths of smoke. The urge to flee and no place to go. Make a change so your children won't know that taste in their mouths.

Erin Robertson
Louisville, Colorado

I am...

I am the snow slaking thirst in summer

Erin
Louisville, Colorado, USA

Remember...

Remember the wind whose dreams you live, who forms the questions

Virginia Schultz
Gold Hill, CO

I am...

I am the tree and the people, the field mouse and the hawks.

Virginia Schultz
Gold Hill, CO

Manifesto...

Dig your fingers into black earth/ bury your nose in a sunsplashed cat's fur/ roll in the grass/ dress yourself in blossom/ people will ask what the use of all this folderol is/ how can it possibly help the bottom line/ Do not listen to them.

Michelle Pittenger
California

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like Syrinx. Along the trail that serves animals and schoolbuses, I stopped to hear an indeterminable little bird up in a tree near the swampy-swamp. The sound that was a chatter not unlike a squirrel’s was something I could easily grasp and mimic, but the well-prepared one shrieked and switched to impenetrable ethereal song. Next time, I hope to bring reeds and offerings.

Marina Vladova
Cuyahoga County, Ohio

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about/ living as a migration of starlings/ lighting the tops of trees/ obliterating all thought/ with an acid re-flux of cackling/ a blissful quieting/ in the canopy of clouds

Margot Milcetich
Ravenna, Ohio

Manifesto...

plant popcorn seeds in the carpet / let the heating world burst them into bloom / let the whole floor / the wall / the windowsill and out / tumble mad with man-made-soft / plant popcorn seeds in the carpet / plant dandelions in the yard / dance as they mingle and grow together / soft-soft-white / tumbled by the heating wind / all dance is combat or seduction / let's all accept our Mother's invitation / dance the homecoming dance / plant dandelions in our bedsheets / know the heating world will bake them butter yellow / plant dandelions in your bedframe / sleep / sleep / be seduced with the second movement of the world / bright white and popcorn soft / you can't help but explode / invert to your tomorrow-est self

Lucy
Kent, Ohio

Remember...

Remember the waves of a distant sea,/ Moving gracefully through her ocean blue,/ Remember the flowing breeze of that distant shore,/ Still for a moment or two, while your mind pondered the blue,/ Remember the flush of the starlight as you lay on that gleaming beach and cast your thoughts beyond the world,/ Remember the soft soothing sound of rainfall as your eyes observed the distant gleam of the sunset,/ Oh what a wonderful world indeed./

Dew Dutta
Annandale, New Jersey, United States

Thank you...

On this Arbor Day 2020 and the close of the week of Earth Day, I would like to say thank you to the Divine for trees. Trees are a beautiful example of the diversity and cooperation in nature. When you walk into the forest, do you see a forest of the same tree? Does the forest produce only one type or species of trees? No! The forest bears witness to diversity in all of its splendor. The maple tree stands next to the pine tree, that stands next to the fir tree, and more, each proudly in the majesty of creation. No tree is exactly the same. Thank you, dear trees for the diversity of your reach towards the sky, for your different heights, for the diversity in the hues and shapes of your leaves, your bark, your widths.....thank you for showing me how each tree in the forest, not one the same, works together to produce the oxygen that sustains us all. When I honor you, I honor the divine.

Genie
New York, NY

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like a rock. Grounded, solid, strong, and unwavering. Scars on me show my battles and struggles, but I am unmoved, unchanged. Lichen, moss, and others who live on me show my colors, my life, my story.

Kelsey Schwartz
Bend, Oregon

Remember...

Remember the tulip poplar that so rarely falls intact.

Daniel
Birmingham, AL

I am...

a seismic earthquake, broken foundations built upon righteous love, i am a mystery found deep within the riverbeds, tread upon by only the wilderness, a magnetic field whose power turns the earth, i am trembling waves and thunderstorms that never cease. but i am wispy clouds and butterflies, i am found in the golden soul of the earth and the last rays of sunlight on an autumn day. i am the beautiful flowers and shining stars you with upon. i am the rain upon your skin and the earth under your feet. i am home.

mariana
roswell, ga

Remember...

the warmth of the sun the breath of the wind the heart of the world the sand in your toes the light on your skin dancing in the moonlight blooming flowers undiscovered secrets the adventure of life the beating wings of birds the fur of the sly fox the persistence of the ant the power of the mighty bear new life ever-changing seasons the beautiful intricacy of earth living life on earth

mariana
roswell, ga

Thank you...

As the suns warmth warms my skin I can feel the rejuvenation begin Thank you to the sun who never fails to make me feel renewed again

Kristen Weingart
New Jersey

We, this people...

must listen to how rain washes the earth/a deep cleaning that creates/the next day’s bird songs

Shalini
Vienna, VA

I have been thinking about living like...

a star, shining brightly no matter where we are....

Louise Tomlinson-Crees
Vancouver Canada

I am...

I am the migrant still looking for the new world I am the echo of the silent voices trapped in caves I am the rapid river taunting the bridge I am the sea reclaiming its salt but not for me I am path beneath the trees above the breeze I am the carver embracing the bark festooning the park I am the brook without babble or spaces in scrabble I am the wolf howling a tune without the moon I am the child using the willow to weave a new pillow I am the poet now lost in time and lost in rhyme.

Giovanni Sandro
London Ontario Canada

I am...

I am this spit of rage that sees the world, sees / the world

Lauren
Homeworth, OH

Something sacred...

Holy the hand waving the flag Begging the grifter To vacate the land

Oye Scott
Olympia Fields Illinois

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking About living like a seed. By pushing through coarse barriers And dancing towards the light, I'll grow to be something beautiful That makes Earth's people delight.

Anita LaBelle
New Jersey, USA

Manifesto...

Pt. 1 When? That´s always the question. It´s an unanswerable question. Then again, Why do we ask it? Inpossible to know, Inpossible to answer, When. Pt. 2 Go to where. Think when. Think why. Do everything.

Bennett Crookston
Kent OH

Manifesto...

Find a tree... Recognize that it is no longer a tree... A thing that can become the lumber for a house... But a being... That is born from the ground... That breathes through branches that like roots shoot to the sky... That sees through eyes which feel the wind... That feeds us as we feed it... That is tall, and proud, and unlike any other being on this planet... Seeing one and thinking of its existence are seperate actions... One suggests a commonly accepted reality the other that it is an alien creature now coming from the earth... That you are surrounded by them... That the familiar is now new and strange... That you are not the only one breathing... And then the thought... Perhaps you are the alien... Unnatached and longing...

Ilan
New York

Remember...

Remember the deep roots...the perfume of the mock orange tree whistling in the breeze...the palm fronds that tumble down and the grubs in the dirt...this place is full

juno
california

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like a weasel; instinctively and relentlessly in pursuit of the central purpose.

Lukas Kubeja
Portland, OR

Thank you...

thank you to the roots that connect us during this trying time/ we cannot see each other but we feel the presence of the trees whom we all see/ the trees we watch to pass the time/ the trees who comfort us through our windows/ they see us too/ they watch out for us/ and cherish us too/ we feed life into each other as our messages spread through their roots/ thank you to the trees for keeping us sane


columbus, ohio

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like a book... But first like a tree... Who sacrificed... unwillingly... its skin for the sake of knowledge... and art... and for the mind of the universe to imagine new worlds...

Robert Burns
New York

Remember...

Remember the ants that bit your toes look down at patches of grass and see the whole planet within them marvel at the eyes you have...to see the tiny galaxies amongst the green

Lovell S.
Austin, Texas

Earth's desire is...

To be breathed in and breathed out To flow downward and upward too To circle to cycle to spool To breathe as only rocks can To flow as only birds can To spool as only trees can

Mark
Del Mar, CA

Remember...

Remember Love

Emily
Mother Gaia

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like...a toad in a hole....or perhaps more majestically...like a fox in a den....or a clownfish in an anemone....somewhere that makes sense for me....I think it would be nice...to feel that I am in the right place...in my own little niche...I wonder if it is possible...for I the human child...to have a home

Violet Handforth
Miami, FL

I am...

I am the moss in the arms of the tree I am the gentle breath of the evergreens

Lukas
Portland, OR

I am...

I am the early bud of a blooming flower

sheila
Brooklyn

Something sacred...

Honey bees surround my head/ Landing lightly on my outstretched hand/ lifting off again moments later/ The silent swarm comforts me and my breathing begins to slow/ Passersby dip and dart to avoid the feared predators, but I bend, glide, twirl to the rhythm of their composed chaos.

Callan Shore
Charlottesville, Virginia

Thank you...

Thank you mountains for giving me a place to escape to when I'm feeling low... When you're covered in snow I feel like I'm in a wonderland and when you're green I feel like I'm in paradise


Salt Lake City Utah

I am...

I am breathing


Something sacred...

Holy the world who lets us in

Abby S
Hunterdon County,NJ

I am...

I am the whisper in the forests/ I am the curling of ravenous summer vines

Jessalin Nguyen
Houston, TX, USA

Something sacred...

Holy the sunlight That beams down onto my body, Rejuvenating and replenishing My muscles while running underneath The blue sky. Holy the blue sky. The robin-egg color Painted on the sky, Expansive and stretching, Across the world. Holy the white clouds That create magnificent pieces Of art right in front of our very own eyes Or dark and billowing clouds that loom over us In which we bow down to. Holy the sunlight. Holy the blue sky. Holy the clouds. Finally, holy the sky.


Manifesto...

Go with your love to the mountains. Stride up the slopes. Rest your body in her valleys. Swear allegiance to the wind and the trees holding sway over you. As soon as the hawks and ferns can predict your motions, join them. Leave no trail or trace to find your way back. Be like the one who leaves the world to find itself in her rocky arms. Practice resurrection.

Chelsea M.
Hunterdon County, NJ

I have been thinking about living like...

a nut / living on the cold hard ground / sitting as the world rushes round / I have been thinking about living like a leaf / flying through the sky / as I fall from the tree, standing high

Autumn
Mantua, Ohio

Something sacred...

Something sacred is everywhere! Your eye can see your nose can smell your skin can feel, each one seeing smelling and feeling the sacred around you, within you, you are sacred interconnected with all the other sacred breathing life.

Ann Brigit Waters
Willits CA

Remember...

Wave that crashes on the beach. That flows with languid reach / to your barefoot feet. That uncurls and fades / only to return and wash away.

Elizabeth
Seattle

Earth's desire is...

Earth's desire is to be in sync with people not to be trampled by their destructive instincts but to fully blossom from their compassionate spirituality that enhances all life.

Chris Collins
Bearsville, NY USA

Thank you...

a thank you note to love and nature... seaside cliff florets white and mauve wrap around in shimmers of sensuelle held in rock solid l'amour pulsatilla alpina vibrates in vertical delight along the ocean mountains

Kaitlynzq
United States

I am...

I am the steam off a cup of tea

Reza
McMinnville, Oregon

Remember...

The earth, the water, and the trees.

Brittany Kimzey
Portland, OR

Something sacred...

Something sacred sings me like a raven floating on untethered winds dreaming of rainbows diving out of blackened skies and shimmering as if her life depended on it.

Teri Micco
Santa Fe, New Mexico

Thank you...

Thank you to the Nurses, Doctors, and Medics for keeping them alive, and keeping me alive. You may not know it yet (and I may not know it yet), but I am there. I am there at every life saved, and every life lost. I may only be 10 years old, but I know how it feels, when a patient has lost their life, although, in their eyes, you can see they are still fighting, staring off into the battlefield of friends they have never met. Thank you to the patients who have covid 19, for giving us hope that we can get through this. Of course the Nurses, Doctors, and Medics are Heroes, but so are you. When someone thinks we've lost the battle, you swoop in and show them that you are still fighting. Thank you to Suzanne Collins for writing such an amazing series that tells us there are far worse times. Your book series has gotten me through this quarantine. Thank you to the basketball hoop in my backyard, who will always give me a swish of sucess. Thank you to my imagination, the pen, and the paper that have always inspired me to write. Thank you to the Heroes.

Maggie Pazderak, 10 years old
Silver Lake, Ohio, U.S.A.

Remember...

Remember sound of water splashing in the creek/Remember the chirping of crickets in the night/Remember the sound of the chickadee in the morning/Remember the colors of the sun in the evening/Remember the pitter-patter of water from the rain/Remember the flaps of the humming bird's wings/Remember the rhythm of the woodpecker on the tree/Remember the hoot of the owl on his perch/Remember the heart and soul of our lives/Remember our most beloved earth

Anonymous
Anonymous

Earth's desire is...

to nourish

Emily Flanders Schwartz
Portland, OR

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like a nomad/Feeling the earth's heartbeat through my soles/Treading to its steady rhythm

JR
London

Earth's desire is...

To be cared as a precious treasure

Mrs_machado

I am...

I am a sweet kid.

Isaiah
Ohio

Manifesto...

Take your loneliness to the roots of the trees, / enfold your soft body in their woody warmth. / Knots might dig into your back as you lie among them, / maybe you won't be comfortable for long, you'll have to shift, skooch / yet you'll be soothed by their touch. / Never mind: that's love there.

Juliana Beecher
Greensboro, VT

Remember...

Remember the way the wind whistled as she held them/the dying ones/a body full of flesh and bone but most of all wishes/ Remember how their eyes held the stars of the universe, but only the stars/ Remember how she was the one who took their lives/ she choose to set flame to the spirt/ Remember who holds the power/ Remember the moon, most luminous not posed by those who are possessed/ Remember the crashing wave beating the dirt from the cloth/ Remember you are not in charge/ for it is the ones whose wishes are buried in flesh, and souls captured in the rustling leaves, that hold the lights in the dark/ they hold the stars

Jinan Grace
Ohio

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like the wind/kissing the tops of trees/lifting pollen from stamens/spreading life wherever I blow/to rustle blades of grass/like a loving hand stroking the feathery hairs of a baby/ moving staleness - replacing it with anticipation/for the gift of hope tomorrow

Jana Lucille
Port Arthur, Texas

Thank you...

Thank you, Firefly, thank you for bringing the stars down to my backyard, where the heat of the day cools as night is escorted by thousands of twinkling lights, and laughter is being captured in glass jars.

Isabelle Siegel
Ohio

Earth's desire is...

To continue to be a nurturing and protective home, wanting only the same in return.

Yvonne
Chesapeake VA

Something sacred...

Holy the little minutes that evaporate into air We spend them in silence, over beans we just stare Holy the kale and your new j.crew shirt Holy this moment even if it may hurt Holy the path that leads to the sea With the algae and poppers that delight you and me Holy the sunlight- a gift of the day Holy the wind and the trees as they sway Holy your eyes and the way you hold me On this earth, In your arms- I’m as home as can be

B. Lee

Manifesto...

a quiet and mad wind stirs the dandelions up so for a moment, a fistful of them look alive and well. hope is one breathe longer than the grey plume, one beat breaking above noxious chains.

Soli Shin
New York

Remember...

Remember the path cut through the woods by small feet running past large green ferns and towering pines and the sinister blackberry. Think of this when you walk on the sidewalk that was once a path in the woods.

Rachel
Portland, OR

Manifesto...

Plant hope seeds amidst the storm

Sebastian
Colombia

I am...

I am the Hawk/ Keen of sight. I am the Hare/ Listening with delight. I am the Bear/ Ever strong. I am the Wolf/ I know where I belong. I am the Cat/ Comfortable in the night. I am myself/ Standing up for what is right.

Scarlet Wind
Ohio

I am...

monkey

Matteo
New York

Remember...

I do remember... It hasn’t faded all these fifty years… Since that morning when the sun lit up the Eastern Gate and she received me I remember this connection to the Earth Mother who still holds me so close in the bosom of these ancient rolling hills… I remember... Listening to answer ancient prayers the roots of our connection speak volumes of alive poetry… Joy… Yes. Joy. I remember! I remembered when the first turtle this season offered her medicine allowing me to see her across the road... “Slow down.” she said. I listened. Listening is easier with the whole world stationed in place… to the song of the birds reclaiming their space in the field… The chatter of squirrels… Fluffy young feathers falling from the eagles nest… I remember... In the bright yellow forsythia blooming in the grey spring morning... Crocuses peeking through late fallen snow... Plucking just a bit of cedar for my tea Medicine for strengthening in this uncertain time. I remember. As the two-leggeds settle our footprint from pound to tiptoe... the Earth Mother Celebrates our stillness. And I lean deeper and deeper into the place where mourning meets my Father’s Father’s Father’s Mother’s prayer and gifts the air with gentle memories… Tears caress the landscape of softening cheeks cleansing and quenching as the water we are does... I remember May all beings be free from suffering and the root of suffering… May we remember the gift of every breath… Remember to Listen Recall Replenish Restore Revision Rebuild Rematriate the way forward in the purest sense… Regenerate with grace. Mother Earth knows… She doesn’t owe us anything. Remember?

Rachel Marco-Havens
Woodstock, NY

I am...

I am the rumble of a winding river / I am the creaking trees as the breezes rushes by / I am robin tweeting to my fledglings / I am a tulip bursting open in the sun / I am a mountain rising little by little / I am the fog on a cool summer morning / I am a leaf surrounded by reds, oranges, yellows and greens / I am the ant scurrying over a picnic blanket / I am the salamander basking in the light

Liz Wyman
Manchester, NH

Remember...

Remember the paths you walked in childhood/Go back to visit sometime, and let the earth hold you up with each step/as you are renewed in your reduction/yet grown as big as the sky

Rhiannon Bryk
Kent, Ohio

Remember...

Remember the flowers, littering the ground with beauty and not hate of the earth. Colors popping out at you, scary at first, but then they whisper in your ear, "Keep me alive. Don't let pollution cut me out of the world, but don't let it cut you out either. Don't let it make its way to your heart, blinding you from what is truly beautiful."

Maggie Pazderak
Silver lake, Ohio. U.S.A

I am...

I am beautiful and strong

Ge Ge
Kent, OH

We, this people...

We, this people, in spite of inequality in spite of injustice in spite of pandemics in spite of our isolation in spite of our extinction practice We, this people, must continue to be people to each other to ourselves to our world

Travis Matteson
Canisteo, NY

I am...

LIFE JOURNEY (raison d’étra) I am as love-warrior poet-writer-doer exploring-sharing partial-wholistic in-sights (while exposing my/our blindspots) to seeing and standing-under All-That-Is. I thank the Giver of Life illuminating our way through myriad twists and turns (intrinsic essential parts of the journey) by the light of the North Star’s guiding truth — Love and be loved is path, purpose, destination within All-That-Is and Yet-May-Be. To love and be loved … To love and be loved … Repeated so as not to forget Life’s joyous secret hidden in plain sight everywhere. ron bell

Ronald Bell
Illinois

I am...

I am a lightning bolt cracking the sky/ I am the forest mosses that tickle your shins / I am a flower blossoming into a delightful green/ I am the red whisper of sun before it sleeps/ I am an eagle’s claws grasping at food /I am a turtle, slow and laboring on a lily pad/ I am a dolphin with its blowhole glittering into the salt spray

Susan and Victoria Coronel
Ridgewood, NY

Earth's desire is...

to be a part and home of beautiful creation, marking the expansive passage of time.

Andy
Northfield

I am...

I am the green leaf, that just sprouted. I am the yellow sun, shining bright. I am the bird, soaring up above.

Bennett Crookston
Kent, Ohio, Usa

Thank you...

Thank you horizon.You give me something to look forward too for when the days are dark I know I can look to you. You go beyond what I can see and are God's reminder of hope that he placed at the end of the sea.

Chevy Henry
Trinidad and Tobago

Earth's desire is...

to be touched each day with warm dancing feet and for each two-footed being to honor the truth that every soft, sharp, stomping, sliding, shuffling step is a dance upon the stage of their own existence.

Kelly Hambly
Kent, Ohio

Remember...

Greening spring grass, pink Cherry blossoms against the blessing sky, the robin sitting in its nest during an April snow, the spring beauties dancing at the feet of a Maple tree, the geese landing in a the nearby pond, the Oak standing strong for us. Feel them, feel oneness with them all.

Marce Ciccotelli
Defiance Ohio

Earth's desire is...

The Earth's Note of music is like rain hitting your head When the Earth measures angles you can feel the plates of her moving When we the humans walk upon her, she wants to explode that's why the volcano's erupt or as I say EXPLODE!

Elsa Harder
Ohio

Earth's desire is...

to be adored in her luscious beauty. To dream in thousands of colors and to share that dream with all who live among the reeds and willows of her changing body. For her children to listen closely and with intent and to drink of her deep peace and to allow that change them… let go of their mad ambition for cruelty and domination… and begin to experience creation as sacred again… as we once did… if only we could remember… by Being with her… talk with Her. “Mother? I am listening… what do I have to learn from you today?" Instead of Telling Her what you are going to do… Ask Her what She needs ... and when she reveals the truth of what She needs from You... Say Yes.

Michaela
Connecticut

We, this people...

We the people have the right to say what we want to say, be what we want to be and that's the beauty of our country

Grace Schoenberger
Ohio

We, this people...

are in this together We, this people are all we have


Ohio

I am...

I am fallen snow on a late spring morning/ I am a mama robin full of life/ I am a weeping crab apple tree ready to burst/ I am the 50th Earth Day filled with gratitude.

Courtney White
New York

I am...

I am a singing bird in the morning sun


NYC

Thank you...

thank you sun. this morning you rose and cleaned the coats of the hospital workers. you rose and warmed the bones of everything i love. you rose and let my brothers and sisters on the other side take some rest. you rose and made it possible to see all over again this infinite beauty we are a part of. you rose and warmed the ground and made the wind blow. you keep things dancing around here.

Tory
Goshen, MA

Earth's desire is...

I yearn to see a sunrise upon my waking, For the silence of the countryside. Only to be interrupted by the pure melodies of other beings. I want to wake up and say nothing Except for my heart to beat out so strong that what surrounds me feels me when I rise, In my joy, in my gratitude, in my becoming. In the softness of the mornings, I wish to turn out of my bed at the pace of the sun illuminating the horizon. And in the night drift back into the arms of my lover with that same slowness. To witness how I rise and fall Like everything

Emily Coralyne
Syracuse, NY

Remember...

Remember when we hiked in the woods/ past the small waterfall in early spring/ and stayed to stare as sun-sparkles/ shimmered on the dripping icicle stream?/ Remember how, before the fall, it ran clear/ to the sandstone ledge, beneath a pane/ of fractured ice, of thawing leaves, trickling/ over an edge to which it can never return?/

C. Flynn
Kent

I am...

I am what I am but that's not all I am.

Fred P
Kent, OH

I have been thinking about living like...

i have been thinking about living like the breeze kisses my shoulders / and whispers joyful secrets as / laughter surrounds and the salt of the earth / touches salt water/ touches big/ pink/ purple/ orange/ sun / set.

aly
Austin, TX

Earth's desire is...

Earth's desire is to be a stage... Reverberations of shattered love felt at center stage... Tears of black abyss fall on her worn footing... Monologues of ultimatums and proclomations of affirmation... Frolics to and fro furthering the tale of her allure.. A play of reality, of loss, love, laughs, and life... A standing ovation where we all stand in unity.

Brook Wyers
Ravenna, Ohio

I am...

I am the Dream almost remembered/ I am a dove song echoing at forest’s edge/ I am the morning light in the arms of a new day/ I am moist, savory earth waiting to be touched/

Linda D. Addison
Tucson, AZ

I am...

I am the river running free

marianne
dolores, Co

I am...

I am a neutron in fission history / unto an entire world contained. / I am the stone that skips the pond serine, / I am a ripple throughout time.

Sylvia C.
Kent, Ohio

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like the ocean. With unknown secrets lying within,my calm exterior fading as the storm clouds roll in ; Expressing my anger for the trash dropped in me, Oh yes I have been thinking about living like the sea.

Che velle Henry
Trinidad, W.I.

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like a dolphin / Unlike any other at sea, I would be / Exploring Venice, now empty / Blue-green and gleaming crystalline, untouched by humans I have been thinking about living like a bee / Dazzling and fuzzy-buzzing with out pesticide fear / Living on a fluffy Spring Pear Blossom / Gardenias at dusk, lush and fragrant / So that all the bees would know that we can be Queen I have been thinking about living like an Ocelot / In South Texas, where we would roam free / visiting North Mexico through the breeding tunnels / where there can be no Wall, only children of other Ocelots --Rain Graves

Rain Graves
USA

Thank you...

Thank you Ocean/ For giving us a glimpse at infinity/ In hues of cerulean, sapphire, and aquamarine/ You taught us what it felt like to dream/ To fly/ In waves that abound into a fantasy of sight and sound Teeming with life and love and lionfish/ Coral reefs and anemone and octopi /Whether tentacled or finned your current extended its hand to all/ Thank you for the goodnight kisses/ As your saltine mist spread enveloped the shore/ Thank you most of all for kindness The way you ebb and flow/ unfettered towards the coming day /Sunrise/ Sunset You captured sunbeams and in your reflection/ We too, found light

Elizabeth Shvarts
Staten Island, NY

I am...

HUMAN. / the strangest of lives; / eyes peeled open / the fire that cries / the flicker that weeps / 'til its thirst is quenched / sends a new seed sprouting / to uproot the entrenched

ekchen
new york city

Thank you...

Thank you Ocean, For giving us a glimpse at infinity In hues of cerulean, sapphire, and aquamarine You taught us what it felt like to dream To fly In waves that abound into a fantasy of sight and sound Teeming with life and love and lionfish Coral reefs and anemone and octopi Whether tentacled or finned your current extended its hand to all Thank you for the goodnight kisses As your saltine mist spread enveloped the shore Thank you most of all for kindness The way you ebb and flow unfettered towards the coming day Sunrise Sunset You captured sunbeams and in your reflection We too, found light

Elizabeth Shvarts
Staten Island

I am...

I am the daughter of the moon and the stars. My father is the Sun. My flesh was formed from the crust of the Earth. And in my veins, the Rivers run. The Universe and I are one.

Norma Carney
New Windsor, NY

I am...

I am the gentle whale / I am the deep ripples of the teal ocean around her body. / I am the moan of her throat vibrating against coral. / I am the throbbing sunlight flashing on the tides, rippling and sparkling in foam. / I am the salt of the spray. / I am the tears of the giant mother. / I am the song on her giant tongue, drifting in the current and ricocheting off rocks. / I am traveling bodies and veins. / I am a message of oneness; life, rippling in flesh. /

Janina Bagherzadeh
Oviedo, FL

I have been thinking about living like...

a breath filling the branches of a child’s laughing lungs then releasing as she sings -you are my sunshine- beneath a sprawling oak who moves the breath back into the world clean and ready for the singing child who gulps and brays -my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are gray.-

Kelly Hambly
Kent, Ohio

We, this people...

Who can't understand Where we are, summertime.

Josinete Bastos.
From Brasil to Portugal

Thank you...

for the waters from whence I came

Genie
New York, NY

Manifesto...

catch me if you can winking ever further on shimmering in the stillness dancing on the tips of waves dripping from your tears licking laughter from your teeth revealing endless secrets sating the soul's longing birthing generation upon generation gathering time's ephemeral particles catch me if you can

Heidi Fichtenbaum
Princeton, NJ

Manifesto...

Take off your shoes. / Venture forth, explore and discover / with no coverings on your feet. Feel the earth raw beneath you. Her heat and stubble. / Knots, tangles and supple strength./ Smooth smells on your soles. / Joyful songs played on your toe keys. / Earthing.

Nancy Garmer
Melbourne, FL

I am...

I am the scent of creosote after a Sonoran shower, and the curving matrix of barrel cactus spines.

Christopher Wick
Tucson, AZ

I am...

I am a cricket chirping songs of love

Chrystal
Kent

I am...

I am crisp blue Colorado morning light

Ro
Dolores, CO

Remember...

...the fluffy clouds of romance; begotten and begun, time and dreams becoming one...nature observing itself you and you and whoever one’s with...remember the Ever present and the past and the memories simultaneously ok now on the muddy dunes of the Mississippi River bloody with mud ... remember the infinite love and the finite life; remember how we used to roll down hills in Vermont as children verdure green pastures growing and glowing with the radiant sunshine of love and wonderment; bookish playful, ephemeral, joyful and optimistic and still more to come! Remember smiley faces and cartoons and snowball fights and snowmen and snow angels in the streets of Massachusetts all snowy day and night long! Ah! Remember joy is joy to live joy to be joy means nothing dies no system No life...only the new Louvre of a finality found in joyful Timelessness...vernal wonder without temporal duration .... will your love transform from remembering ? Yea! Relax ever wonder what its like to be and feel strong sitting upside down as a constellation over that beautiful dark North Atlantic ? Peace upon you and all peaceful smiley faces aeterna pax

Alexej Savreux
South Burlington, Vermont

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like/ a wavelength from the sun/ Pure energy rushing here to greet us... I have been thinking about living like a bird/ Singing all day/ The praises of good wind/ and tree branches/ I have been thinking about living like the soil/ Growing pretty things, Delicious things, Natural things.

Sara Van Eerde
North Haledon, New Jersey

Thank you...

Thank you soil, for being under my nails-my barefooted laugh and kin sun toes. It is a whirly-gig balance, and moss dimpled splash, of simple stones and rain coloured rows. The beauty of chaotic dancing. Only earth can keep track of the the strings, catching the cobwebbed light, and all my little foolish things. And- in a patchwork childhood, stuck together by sap and spittle. Carbon-it is a simple solution. I have too much, soil to little. Hear! let me open my palm I think I've found a seed and now and there! It is just a matter of balance, a matter of caring, but never has it felt so good to share. Thank the wind that blows the taste of spring to my tounge, though I am not yet awake myself. Never mind that, thank to the bees - the fact was once a fear can become a comfort, a comfort itself. The dog-eared dawn has a new story to tell, and bird speckled air tickles the breeze of the morning. So the light tap dances upon the brooks chuckle hum, click clack chuckle above the ferns snoring And in the reprise of this wonderful world, we have grown up and down and in between. Thanks to all the drifting the found, slipping past sight or singing to be seen. Restored, regenerated, revived, so all may slumber safe and sound. Thanks to the trees who chuckle each day, head in the clouds and roots in the ground.

Natalia
Shutesbury

Remember...

Remember when you were born, how the wind swept through the land with great strain and triumph? How it made the sagebrush billow in its presence, how it's hands held each scented petal...

Mack S.
Kent, Ohio

I am...

I am the sagebrush on the mountainside and I am the mountain that houses the sagebrush. I am the sky the mountain kisses and also, I am the sky.

M.R.S
Washington Court House, Ohio

Thank you...

Tiny pebble, how astray your spherical nature... twisting under my brother's shoe... and teetering his balance... tottering under his feet... grinding into the Earth... imprinting his rubber sole... this laughter as he rolls

Terry S.
Kent, OH

Manifesto...

Go hike the stone, the carved-out caves, the body who wears the ocean on her wrist. Indulge in the dirt, the grass seed that looms over your memories. Forget not the lost bear who attempts to hug you, for when your piercing bullet plummets into his belly, he will give up on hope.

Eric Walden
Mansfield, OH

I am...

I am the bowl left empty, the jelly between the crust. I am her spirit left to roam, the map with no instruction.. I am desolate

Jenny Craig
Iowa

I am...

I am the fragile hope of a snow-covered bud

Emily
Ann Arbor, Michigan

I have been thinking about living like...

I've been thinking of living like / the small dog who sits on my foot; / not caring for much beyond / things that are good and wholesome.

Liz
PA

Something sacred...

Holy the way / light filters through leaves / cheesecloth canopies / mouthing the sky.

R. S.
Kent

We, this people...

We, this people, Must breathe the sky slowly/ Must flow in rivers peacefully / Must share and not occupy or destroy / Or be where we should not / Must respect the tilting willow/ And the weeping cherry blossom/ Must extend our hands generously/ And help the world heal/

Yamany, N

Manifesto...

Go to where trees meet the sky/ Tiptoe the edge of grass/ Listen to a honking geese telling you not to get too close/ Walk behind a mallard, let it take you to the waters/ Learn the ripple of nature, of its moments of budding, blooming/ And letting you know that you are part of its soul/ If you could only be!

Nisro
Makkah

I am...

I am a river flowing to where clouds float/ I am magnolia trees, majestically blooming in seasons of becoming/ I am daffodils, defiant, bright and making your day in a special way.

Nisreen Y
Saudi Arabia

Remember...

Remember the baby's breath, Queen Anne's Lace, weave work of garden and dirt

Elizabeth
Maryland

I am...

I am the gentle snore of a big dog

Ian
Wadsworth, OH

We, this people...

We this people must care for each other like a sparrow nudging its sister into flight

Carrie
Akron, OH

Thank you...

Mud, you spark my joy with your thick bubbles, the dogs playing in your puddles, the birds leaving their tracks in you. Thank you, mud.

Cooper J.
Las Vegas

I am...

I am a daisy in a valley, I move with the wind and I reach for the sun.

Lee
Ohio

We, this people...

must not forget our place in this world. A 4.5 billion year Earth, and we only inhabit a tiny fracture of its timeline. Let us, this people, rejoice and gain favor with this planet to kingdom come.

Hunt
Cleveland

Thank you...

Thank you, Earth, for allowing us a temporary home along this cosmic journey. Thank you for being at just the right temperature for us to recognize your hidden beauty. Thank you, Earth, for being forgiving of our frequent chaotic nature. Thank you, Earth, for filling up every trench and crevice of your body with water and land. Thank you, Earth, for being you.

Christian
Cleveland

Remember...

Remember the rain, it swallows the earth and fosters life

Cait
Ohio

I am...

an expression of dust woven together by the stars, birthed by the universe as a son of tangible thought.

Isaiah
Cleveland

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like the sun, bright and warm, inviting the people to rejoice

Kate
Cleveland

Earth's desire is...

To be the fruit, the jewels in the night sky, the first hoot of a newborn owl.

Jess
Kent, Ohio

I am...

I am the mouth of the river. I am sea bound. I am a song sung for hundreds of miles. I am the golden notes of sunshine. I am the first blue splash.

Brian
USA

Earth's desire is...

Earth's desire is to be your happy friend. Your soft and fat and happy friend. Your friend who cares for you when you are sick. Who gives you water when you are thirsty. Who sings your name as you sleep.

Georgia
Colorado Springs

Remember...

Remember the soil that nourishes the seeds and warms your feet. Listen to it cracking and moving. Give it rain. Give it sun.

Dani
Denver

Manifesto...

¿Qué puedo decir para incitarte a defender la Tierra? ¿Recordarte como se siente el sol? ¿el sabor de la sal, el olor del laurel? ¿El chirrido de grillo en noche de verano, el arco iris después de lluvia? ¿Lo que es amar? ¿Imploraré a tu goce o a tu pavor? Puede ser terrible la Tierra en sus tormentas y en sus temblores pero es la medida de cual paraíso imaginemos jamás. Tú y yo moriremos demasiado pronto pero que no siga la vida es más allá de aceptable. ¿Qué puedo decir para que ames la vida suficiente para que actúes y alces la voz en su defensa?

© Rafael Jesús González
Berkeley, CA

Thank you...

Thank you, tide. You restarted my clock. You kissed my knees with your salty lips.

Donna
Beaufort, South Carolina

I am...

I am the sun-warmed mud. I am the first yellow daffodil of Spring.

Wyatt
Boston

I am...

I am the rustling of new leaves. I am the brush of new wings.

Stevie
Stow

We, this people...

We, this people, owe this Earth our loyalty. We, this people, just live for her. We, this people, must love what she loves: us.

Charlotte
Cleveland

Manifesto...

Go with your children to the sea. Dip to your ankles. Cherish the incoming and outgoing tide.

Jean S.
Boston

Something sacred...

Holy the Spring buds opening. Holy the flowers, holy the bees. Holy the ground bursting forth with warmth and light.

Lise
Carson, California

I am...

I am the fields at dawn, sun spilling their golden song over Ohio corn.

Jessica
Ohio

Earth's desire is...

To be touched and filled with peace

Courtney Malita
Cuyahoga falls, ohio

Thank you...

Thank you, ocean / for your beauty / for your healing / for your beating heart of our delicate ecosystem.

William
New York, NY

Remember...

Remember the hissing of cicadas and the bright sun beating down on your back. / The feel of warm soil and the smell of summer rain.

Peter
Hudson

Something sacred...

Holy the rivers and trees. Holy the fog that rises each morning. Holy the birds crowing their mating songs.

Barnabas
Chicago

Earth's desire is...

The Earth's desire is to be painted clean in blues and greens.

Andrea
New Paris, Ohio

Remember...

Remember the fallow/ fields, too. Listen/ to them resting/ waiting to live again.

Michael
Pennsylvania

I am...

I am the grace on the lips of the online preacher.

Maria
Atlanta, Georgia

I am...

I am wishing to be the wind/I am a seed floating within/ I am grown

Zachary
Bolivar, Ohio

Remember...

Remember the skin that came before; / kiss the bark of trees and film of rivers / freckled and understated as our own.

Regan Schell
Pittsburgh

Something sacred...

When I’ve come to these places, I think of the spaces, of thinking and being my people have been...They witnessed a presence, Not of logic or sense, But of prophets that spoke some great truths…So they sat and they pondered, About an unknown place on yonder, That was to be guided by spirit and faith...So into their canoes, Loaded with clues, So obscure but carried with love…Love for that day, As they left the red bay, And set on their journey for us…For we are the ones, That their focus was on, The children of rainbows and desire...Its our day today, To remember what prophets say, We are the children of the Seventh Fire…We need to embrace, With Creator given grace, The messages obscure to us...So those coming behind, Will once again find, The trail of faith and love left for us...

Mike Nadjiwon, Little Half Moon
Sudbury, Ontario

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like a wellspring... ever renewing... ever flowing... delighting in birdsong and grateful for the friends who protect and guide me: the trees.

Shannon
Kildare, Ireland

I am...

I am a giant saguaro surviving brutal heat with my thick skin but thriving because of my soft interior

Kate
Tucson, AZ

I am...

I am a leaf quivering toward spring's breeze

Tim
Delaware, Ohio

I am...

I am that which is a lifetime of wonder the dust of eons and generations before me and the hope and being of those who come after me. I am the water that moves through me. the earth that grounds me The air that surrounds and fills me I am that which is a life much nourished and happy to give

Andrew
Portland, OR

I am...

I am also the Wind that blows from the primordial caves

Mindahi
New York City, NY
Launch me