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The Mother has spoken to me and I have heard her. She did not use words that were intelligible to me, nor a burning bush. It was…a wave. A wave of knowing. It is a response to my fears for her. I’ve wept for her fate. Wept for what we’ve done to her.
She does not weep for herself. She laughs at us. Our pride, our illusions. She laughs because we’ve built nothing. The tallest towers are nothing to her. The greatest dams, pyramids, indeed our greatest engineering feats as a specie are to her…funny.
She does not weep for the trees anymore than we weep for the hair in the brush. They are part of her that always has gone back to her, and always will.
She laughs because we’re under the illusion of safety. A self imposed delusion, which makes it all the more humorous.
She told me to not weep for her. She told me to tell those that would listen to not weep either, or not to tell. That long after we’ve died our mortal deaths, and gone back to her she will make another use of us. So that until our pride and greed becomes greater than she, that until our greatest buildings and creations do NOT come from her…she will continue to laugh.

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The following comments are for "She laughs"
by Robert Walker

RobertW-She Laughs....
This rocks, very good read, great expression;-) My interpretation comes from a Gaia, mother-earth position, and so MUCH more...but, then again, poetry is so subjective to the reader, whatever you felt in writing this touched me in a personal way, thank you for sharing this;-)

Tashi Delek!

Karma Tsering Lhamo

( Posted by: TheRealKarmaTseringLhamo [Member] On: February 17, 2009 )

Thanks, but you're reading it straight on the way it's meant to be read...for those with eyes.

( Posted by: ROBERT WALKER [Member] On: February 17, 2009 )

Nothing man has built stays around very long.She is long lived and we are just a passing spark. All will pass and turn to dust. Human arogance creates the illusion that are frantic machinations have some meaning.
Loved the viewpoint look at our scurry and din. Perhaps a gentle reminder that we should take care of her better than we do or she may just shake us off. Nice!

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: February 18, 2009 )

Thank you Sir.

( Posted by: ROBERT WALKER [Member] On: February 18, 2009 )

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