Dear Gaia II

It is contentious to remain positive,
When, 
The natural world you love, 
Is painted with,
human hands, 
Betrayed by a
tainted brush.

An untouched masterpiece, 
Defiled,
By a human ego, 
So blind,
That it cannot see,
Beauty, 
Without modification.

Separateness, 
An illusion,
Societal delusions,
Compel us to draw borders,
Where there need be none.
The reality is, 
there is no disparity,
No duality.
My lungs, 
Are trees, 
My veins, 
Are roots, 
My blood, 
Is soil.
My heart,
Is earth.

Pain is an unconscious choice,
Suffering is a conscious choice.
Nurture.
Nature.
It is your every breath.
Your every step, 
You.

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