We carve deep
into Earth’s flesh and marrow,
extracting energy and rare minerals—
convinced that life’s progress
demands we pillage
the depths beneath.
We drill until our machines
kiss the mythic fires of hell,
or so we delude ourselves.
The logic collapses
under its own weight.
We are the blossomed ones,
the visible face
of hidden roots.
We are living mirrors,
reflecting light that stretches
beyond time.
To harness the world’s energy
is to understand the universe’s breath—
to resonate in harmony
with the fundamental substance.
This needs no labels nor doctrine;
it is pure knowing
and elemental wisdom.
Why dig for fire
when you could sow a seed?
The truth merely reflects itself.
The reflection of what is.
It shines through all dimensions:
the was, the is, the shall be.
It is you. It is me.
It is we, them, us—
incandescent, invisible
and one breathing.
What world does your light reveal?