Charmed Chaos
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The Distant heart Has Balance
The forest is lush with green velvet moss; the only sounds we hear are those of nature. Tall trees sway in the wind, leaves rustling with anticipation. The red fox and her kits come out of their den to play.
There is nothing left of the artificial world now that the two leggeds are gone. The only signs of their existence are rotting structures covered with honeysuckle vines. The air hangs heavy with their sweet essence. Butterflies of every imaginable color come drink the honey nectar. We have returned to our honorable ways of finding sustenance. Gone are the days of foraging through garbage heaps left behind by humans.
Only mouths are we, who sings the distant heart which safely exists in all things. We raise our voices in a sacred hymn to Mother Earth; there is balance in the circle of life again.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
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Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
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Much better than our mother dying a death of a thousand cuts. Beautiful prophetic tale, Linda.
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Thank you Lisa.
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You’re welcome.
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If we’re not more careful of and caring about nature, I have little doubt the balance will be restored in this way. Well said Linda!
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Thank you Ingrid.
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This is beautifully wise and profound, Linda! 😀 I especially love the image; “The air hangs heavy with their sweet essence. Butterflies of every imaginable color come drink the honey nectar.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt. 💝💝
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Thank you Sanaa. It was a challenging prompt, but worth the effort!
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Apocalypse merged with harmony; quite a blending; very well done.
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Thank you Glenn.
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Amen Linda, amen my sister! Glory be… 🙂
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Thank you Rob!
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I love this view of the world after the two-leggeds are gone, Linda, back the way it should be.
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Yes, thanks Kim!
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Alas… i believe you are right.. this planet cannot carry us any longer I think
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We raise our voices, yes.
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Thank you Helen.
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This made me a bit misty eyed. Because of it’s beauty and how maybe it won’t be restored by anything less than the absence of the two legged ones.
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Thank you so much.
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Beautiful, wise words, Linda. Thank you!
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Thank you Merril!
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You’re welcome!
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yes, sounds rather idealistic to me … we are on a rapid path to destroy ourselves, so maybe the picture you paint would be better!
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