I fear nothing
with the sky up above me
and the dark ground below
I fear nothing!
why do you condemn
the ground you walk upon?
why poison the soil
that brings you life?
there is magic in these trees
and lost wisdom
no longer able to see
through your sleeping eyes
Denial cannot save thee
from the blackness of the earth!
Green life now from open mouth
not the lies as told in life
You claim to be immortal now
sanctuary from reasoning
but you'll die like the rest of us!
the rest in the ground
I planted my thoughts
in this cold dark ground
I hear the whispering of trees
secret voice of the land below
Each time I try to catch the wind
every try it escapes from me
but this is my time my century
a mere moment in an eternity
I want to melt into the Earth
a return to the green heart
the black soil of her womb
and the silence of my tomb
you claim to be immortal now
sanctuary from reasoning
but you'll die like the rest of us
and rest in the ground
this Pagan ground
this Heathen ground
the leaves lie broken and brown
upon this dormant ground
this midnight wind
blows so cold and lonely
oh we'll all be there
beneath the old trees
in the warm breeze
without a care
there is truth in the soil
a mystical alchemy
an infinite dream
of which we shall all be
only a spark in time
separate from earth and sky
a pure and great freedom!
a cycle eternal
"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow
and I am in them and that is eternity"
-Edvard Munch
