To the Earth, the ground of our Being in the Cosmos
And the Sun, old faithful, whose furious embrace
Reminds me of my estrangement from that part 
of Me containing the same energy as that which 
Spins galaxies and grows trees on Earth.
 
The force of love that sees this graceful Earth not miss a deadline
So me and my kind, can ring in a New Year,
Celebrating the many-billions-of years of going around the Sun
Is the same as that which beats my heart and blinks my eye.
 
I, and all on this beloved Earth,
Are borrowed elements of
AIR, WATER, FIRE, EARTH AND MORE …
(all free of charge) 
So we can witness this grain of sand on the beach 
of the Milky Way Galaxy make another 
Round around the Sun. 

So, how come me and my kind are estranged, 
From one another, other earthlings, and this Earth?
Is it not estrangement to pollute 
the Air, Water, Fire, Earth…, 
and the Ancestors in the Ethers?

Estrange, it is said, derives from the Latin extrāneus,
For something foreign, strange, outside.
Of what?
The now numb parts of me that choose the screen
Over the delight and terror of awakening to 
This swinging inside me, on an Earth that cruises around in space
With only an atmosphere as space suit, without which 
My soul would be estranged from my body
Turning me into dust particles awaiting another Big Bang!

So, though it is freezing cold where I am this January.
I am heading out there to hug a cold, rigid,
Seemingly barren tree. I go to entrust my estrangement 
To someone who knows, someone whose faith in the 
Earth’s swing time is abiding,
Reminding me to befriend the estranged parts of me
And my fellow humans on this beloved Earth.

That way I can keep the wonder alive 
At the gift of this wild free ride into the wide awake 
consciousness of Being
Right here. Right now.

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