Damp, dark and humid.

Magic and mysterious

Placenta of the foetus of life

Womb of Mother Earth.

Organic breeding ground for a myriad of life forms.

Growth and decomposition interplay a duet of molecular melody that whispers its vibration in the presence of the great guardians of earth.

Guarded and protected, roots, trunks and leaves crowd in to nurture and embrace the sacred progeny.

Mystical minerals and chemicals blend together into wild and wonderful compounds giving rise to countless creatures and organisms.

Hidden in the deep, dark, humid test tubes of the planet, the building blocks of life-force are struck and emitted into the ether to feed the voracious appetite of our existence.

It is time to realize the centre pillar of strength. The real Atlas of the world. The real greek god that holds our planet on its axis and keeps its heart beating.

Relentlessly, with every measured blade, we hew away another capillary, another vein, another artery and our own very life blood drains away, never to be salvaged, lost to the world.

With every axe stroke another limb is severed from our own bodies and it is as if we mutilate our own being.

Must we continue with this macabre dance of death?

Must we remain blindfolded in our greed and rampant disrespect for our own worth?

Must we completely disregard the desperate cries of our own consciences and totally rip from its arm the hand that feeds us?

Are we so stupid? Are we so morally bankrupt?

We have lost our way.

We have trashed our own instincts.

The gifts of our ancestors, at one with land, sea and sky, have been buried deep in us.

How difficult it is to access our own inner wisdom. How difficult is it amidst the screeching of civilisation, for us to hear our inner voice and the course of reason.

I am ashamed.

We are surrounded by all the natural resources and blessed with all the intelligence and creativity of the supergods.

We have been given everything.

Everything we could ever wish for as raw materials.

We have had all the training we could possibly want.

We have inherited, on the back of great sorrow and sacrifice, a legacy of knowledge and expertise unparalleled in history.

We have access to information and learning gleaned from the greatest minds of geniuses past and present on every possible topic under the sun.

And yet, for the most part, we use it all to wreck our own home and debilitate our future generations.

With each square meter of denuded rain forest, we sow a hectare of desolation.

Would any reasonable landowner wantonly and unthinkingly burn his own property for a moment of power?

The rainforests come to us only to give.

Their genius lies in their skill to regenerate and yield a bountiful harvest.

As the trees are the guardians of the life held within them, so are we guardians of these gracious trees.

Let us be like them. Let us give them the respect they deserve.

Let us do all in our power to give them space and time to resurface the earth with their life-giving energy.

Let us protect them as they protect each microbe and bacteria and fungus and mould.

Let us, before it is too late, honour  our own innate intelligence and work together enmeshed in the very warp and weft of the cloth of life, as one with Nature, as one with the land, the sky and the sea, as one with our own destiny.