-- *Mar*Here is a poem inspired by the spirit of your essay *“The Gigantic Fatal Deception”*: ------------------------------ The Fatal Spell
We called it science, pure and bright, A torch to pierce the endless night, Yet in its glare we lost our place, A stranger cast from nature’s face. We said, *“We stand apart, we see, The world is object, not part of me.”* But every atom in our breath Still vibrates with the universe’s depth. We built our schools on reason’s stone, But taught the child to feel alone, To be a cog, an economic gear, A phantom man with a heart of fear. We praised the growth of steel and flame, And called the ruin progress’s name; We sowed machines where forests grew, And reaped the silence morning knew. Politics sharpened every blade, For nations’ games that death has made; A science cold, a mind of war, Forgot the life it should adore. Yet hope still whispers through the trees, Through rivers, mountains, singing seas: “Return, return, the earth is one, A living field where all are spun.” Let learning heal, let hearts repair, Let man remember he is air, Not master, not machine’s decree, But nature’s child eternally. ------------------------------ Would you like me to make a *shorter, chant-like version* of this poem—something that feels almost like a mantra or hymn to nature? -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CACDCHCLmcbUDYpL9j-C%3D%3Dp_nwkszcnuek4uV19VfnnoQEv8jEg%40mail.gmail.com.
