Quietude, Stillness

Stillness
that quietude of the morning
silences
make the mind conjure      
images situations      absence is abhorrent
of thee, thine words , thine voice

dulcet tones
falling off the register
as so much trinkles of water
pealing and pooling
slowly
impregnating the soil
ground and Earth
for what is
Gaia
but Our Mother and

We rape and pillage      unknowing beasts
when will it all
end

Ensconced in Our parlours
Sipping morning coffee
watching the sky turn blood-red
and the winds rise
When Kaliyug Comes
Ragnarok    Armageddon
call it what you will

souls are what will remain
Minds opened in
transfixed eyes
beating as One
heightened
together and flowing

Turns and twists
Take the course
meandering
shall I say it is
Us
or shall it be the
Others