When the Earth Sings to Us

The Earth Sings to Us, a title by friend and curator, became When The Earth Sings to Us. The Artistic Research is at https://mariamman.net/aesthetic-resonances/

Here we gather, perched

atop the world naming privilege

as badge of honor

for not we be heard

but our ancestors appreciated

for the courage to make risks

to love

and to endure

betrayal and good meanings

gone wrong

we stand here, not only to be strong

but to first question, then long

before sagacity be performed

paying diligence to, the power of contemplation

be had with a geological empathy

and firm tenacity

for the concept of those

never met, the boundary

between excessive and righteous tolerance

an eternal discussion surfacing

as we face hearing

each and an other wholly

for the policing of the mind

we must embrace an open-eyed, fully-bodied truth

the simulation card

embedded in each of our interfaces

must be challenged

by the knowledge

of the subconscious

our bodies receiving

that which our eyes, can be deceiving

a fuller and more cautious

altruistic meaning

has a calling and duty

to drop arms, expressing inconveniently

how our actions can be

complicity enabling, the worst in us all

we walk not with guilt nor shame

but self-reflexivity, knowing there’s no one to blame

for those conjuring an improbable stew

for those trying to define a brave world order

a type of grand theory of everything

through technology this time —

and for this I request

we stand in pause

agape to question such

imaginary cause

for the origin of violence

begins in the mind

by removing the plurality of choice

shall we continue speaking

to concepts of diversity and inclusion

knowing certainty a history of ideals

can perform as delusion?

the fabric of our shared reality

careening

toward a memory we all have beating

a pulse

to be enriched by

the beauty of doubt

and of this hallowed sound

I ask more from

that which is named nothing

so that we

place our ears

upon the ground

to first learn, from this earth

this sublimely beautiful realm

in places marred by char

carved by brutalist blocks

or painted amber lilies

by both golden giggles and wailing howls

resplendence, plenty, cooperative activity

amongst poverty and apathy

the words are empty

unless we find

the way to apply

the imaginary mind

toward a tune, not raping but understanding

our excavating requires veracious care

for all

that is

already here.

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