Squirrels & The WEF

Two squirrels at play in a tree

In rustling branches, higher and higher, then spiraling lower

Rustling the leafed-out leaves

Right above me

As I sat on the path

A moment later I moved to my seat

At an old wooden table someone discarded by the roadside

Brought home in the trunk by Honey for me

Today is his birthday

And I want to say how wonderful it is to be with a man who can truly love and truly see

And I sat at this table while he was still in bed, you see

And a squirrel running so fast, headlong into the wooden chair leg, almost right into me!

Then a crash and a crfuffle

And more squirrels joined the fluffy-tailed chase

And five ran across the driveway into the neighboring tree-place

I looked up and around

At the leafy canopy and wondered

How tropical it seemed to be

Although in the midwest is where I live to watch the squirrels so playful and free

But 490 million years ago, the park of up the street was a shallow tropical sea

And one day maybe this place will become so lush and warm

Tropical guava and papaya will grow on a new tree

Global warming and cooling has gone one for ages

The medieval warming period, for example

On conventional narratives, reality may soon trample

And although I wish Taylor Swift would stop flying her private plane

While speaking of climate on stages

And all the WEF boys too,

I know Mother Earth can balance herself

If we operate in Oneness consciousness and hold the big corpses to account

Instead of giving social credit scores to individuals whose footprint hardly counts

When compared to the military

Industrial

Pharmacological

Psychological

Agricultural

Anti-cultural

Complex

Of Egos

Who have forgotten how to play with the innocence of a squirrel

Instead of trying to toy with our genes and our food supply

Until all but their elite favorites die

So let us stop taking seriously those who would like to control

And let us remember to play so that fear does not take hold

And walk among the roses

And play the loot, the lyre

The ukulele

Guitelele

The Harp

Switch on the Soothing Love Gear

And Listen to birds

And their soft, gentle cheers

Abound in goodness

And grace

And joy

And we will offer the world our light

That can shine away any ploy

As we receive solutions in prayer

When we dare to believe we are worthy

Of GRACE

Which requires nothing but the faith

To receive miracles on our behalf

To help us remember our wholeness, our oneness, our soverignty

And laugh