I'm starting to adjust to this strange world, when... it shifts
The shape of the world depends on how we choose to view it If a mountain is a deity (not a pile of ore), My God! How much more does she provide, it is nature Simply to survive, the rivers are veins, Let them pour into your heart Let the waters pour!
In the land of your forefathers, her sacred forest Cathedral groves carpet the floor, reach to heaven Not timber or toothpicks, branches or twigs, but Build ships of war, stars to guide or Wandering stars, conquering more Consuming every biological resource Devouring all who stand in its path Laying waste to lands as deserts To create graveyards of sand and dust When will we learn to trust our mother Earth with true respect
It is our choice, this is our door Half empty or half full, cup of life Trapped in persecution rejected in exile The first tree of life, that gave us sin We all have tasted of that sin and its painful And destructive consequences, that causes so much Pain and grief, the children of Adam and Eve, even in Giving us free will, to choose, life or death, faith or fate The second tree of life, that cross, that bear all sins unto death, That second tree brings us back to life, so that we might overcome death
~psp
The Tree of Life representing Man's fall from grace
“If any man would come after Me let him deny himself, take up His Cross daily and follow Me” (Mk 8: 34)
Genealogical tree depicting three kingdoms of life, from Volume II of Generelle Morphologie by Ernst Heinrich Haeckel (1866). via