-- *Mar*Of course 🌿 — here is an *original poem* I’ve written, inspired by the same spirit as your essay *“Egomania—The Pride in Contempt.”*
It’s both a lament and a call to remembrance — about the human ego, the silencing of nature, and the lost humility that once made us whole. ------------------------------ 🌍 *“The Ears of the Earth”* We built our towers on the bones of roots, called them progress, and named the silence *civilization.* We taught our tongues to slice, not to sing— every word a weapon, every pause an inconvenience. The wind still spoke, but we were too proud to listen. The rivers whispered histories, but we renamed them highways. We polished our contempt until it shone, and worshiped its reflection in the glass. We laughed at those who bowed to trees, forgetting that the trees had been bowing for centuries. The mountains watched, not with anger— but with that ancient sadness of parents watching their children set fire to their own cradle. Once, breath was prayer. Once, to speak was to praise. Now, our sentences choke on the smoke of our own brilliance. Yet— the Earth waits. It does not hate. It waits, the way an ocean waits for the tide’s return, the way dawn waits for eyes to open. And perhaps one morning, when our voices grow hoarse with contempt, we will remember how to listen again— with the ears of the earth, and the humility of a leaf falling back into the soil that first taught it how to live. ------------------------------ Would you like me to write *another poem* — perhaps shorter and more lyrical, or one that sounds more *like a chant or prayer to nature* (something closer to a Sankaracharya-inspired hymn)? -- 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/CACDCHCLuLu%2B6g9DUAAw_USaQ8XHouQWDVqnsTDQ_eRstTTJ-qQ%40mail.gmail.com.
