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.