Self Destruct

As she pulled the soil from the earth her hands filled.  She clenched both fists full of the planets life force.  There was no production or consumption between her hands and the very soil which gave her and her family life.  There were no sweat shops in Indonesia, or dams in China.  Versace, Nike, Adidas and DKNY meant nothing to her as she clung on to the life she had been given.  The global tempreture had risen and killed off a quarter of her people and she did not understand why.  She did not see her Self seperate from the earth she lived in, she was a part of it, belonging to it’s every move.  Each pain it felt, so did she too.  She felt it’s hunger for survival and desperately did not want this life to end.  She was weak and wondered what her children’s life would be like without her.  The world was to become a different place and where she had grown as a child was not the same place she was in as an adult.  Their journey would be there own whether she was a part of it or not.

~ by girligorgeous on June 28, 2009.