We are in a state of cultural fragmentation called post-modernism as a reaction to mechanical thinking (e.g. Newtonian Laws). This era of confusion is destroying nature and human equilibrium but there is hope.

We will not fall into the dread of this epoch!

This poem was created for the short movie Blue Planet, a glance into our true nature:

In the heavens,
two hands,
one is God,
the other,
a Big Bang;
who knows
who gave
birth to this
miracle,
our Earth?

We are searching
in the vastness
of the universe
as if it were
a new mirror
of ourselves.

Perhaps,
seeing
our reflection
in the mirror
of the Hubble
release the awe,
a state of wonder
within our
earth-like
bubble…

In the womb
of an empty universe,
a bud
of enlightenment appears,
it is life,
man is born.

Nature is dancing,
performing its gracious
ritual of opening
and closing,
all is fancy.

The path
of the conquistador
has been breached,
traveling and extending
its empire everywhere
he is able to see,
all feels won.

In the embrace of success,
men forget what he does,
a figure performing:
The Womb in Fire.

In a boiling state,
man wonders:
Am I destined to burn?
Will nature survive
my wrath?

In the womb
of a miraculous universe,
a flower
of enlightenment appears,
it is redemption!

Man has realized,
there is only today,
this moment to change,
this instant to give
a gift to the buds
that have yet
not opened
their wings.

We have only
one flight,
one earth.

Let us protect
our buds.

Our buds
are our children.

Our buds
being the beauty
of this universe.

Let us enjoy
the unfolding
creation through
their eyes,
our buds of life.

The drops of majestic micro
beauty fills our senses of life,
making the macro our home:
a river of elegant flowers,
a flowing forest of creatures,
a windy rainbow of natural art,
a planet covered by the sunshine
that would mean nothing if
it were without
our human heart.

Video Credits: Collaborative Project with Miro Kantarsky and Pier Bedard