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Hibernation Transformation



HIBERNATION TRANSFORMATION
© Shreefal Mehta  22 April  2020

To hear it read aloud : https://youtu.be/rIpaIvhYrYc  

While spring now germinates, all of humanity now hibernates
Day after day twigs and strings, Loving beaks wind into rings,
With full belly in her simple nest, eagerly ready going into house arrest
Pregnant is humanity with this pause, seemingly wrapped up in TP gauze.;-)
We too will emerge in the fullness of summer, not hustle and bustle, with a slow murmur.
Never before motionless as one body, Letting earth rest from making it so shoddy!
Slowly its turning we feel the earth breathing, robed in grand silence, our absence the cleaning.
In the silence as we sit at home and rest, learning and growing would really be best.
While around you spring now germinates, you stay home but your mind integrates.

Cold ground all is brown quiet under white frost; Underground busy roots, green shoots, no time lost;
Humanity seems to take a rest, essential workers give their best.
Surface is calm - underneath the swimmer; Cocoon wrapped - transform! That primary glimmer!
In sleep, muscles bone cells brains rejuvenate; many dream, some scheme, others pontificate.
Some are on the theta wave beat, and some remain sucking on the internet teat.
While around you spring now germinates, you stay home but your mind integrates.

Individually we keep our own counsels, as society we steadily build new stencils
When we emerge from the virus’s hold, let’s review afresh, cast aside the mold.
We wish each other peace and good health, yet we forget all in making our wealth.
While around you spring now germinates, you stay home but your mind integrates.

Arising into movement, remembering this moment, Pausing, we can choose - the same rut or change we foment?
When the cell divides the shoot arises, what color flower what shape it devises?
That creative space of silent grandeur, the thoughts directed or blind they blunder?
As movement rises above the calm waters, let’s not forget our kids granddaughters.
The planet is ours to enjoy and wonder, certainly not to exploit and tear asunder!
While around you spring now germinates, you stay home but your mind integrates.


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