Maya danced
and there was laughter, and the clapping of hands and the DiaCosmos BECAME in a burst of Fireworks and the Veil of Fire collapsed into beads of Fire
and the fires burned as Stars.
Maya laughed.
The Stars lived and died. Star lives were Maya's hands.
Her left hand the smaller stars that died as red giants.
Her right hand the huge stars that died as Super Novas.
With her hands she sowed the seeds: with her left hand she sowed the first twenty-six seeds. Hydrogen through Iron.
From the left hand of Maya came carbon and nitrogen and chromium.
With her right hand she sowed beyond twenty-six: cobalt through uranium.
With her right hand she sowed gold and silver and platinum. From Maya's right hand came copper and nickel and arsenic.
And still she danced.
And the veil of seeds passed over the womb of the DiaCosmos.
Some seeds drift the cosmic rivers still. Some fell on barren land. Some fell into the furnaces of the stars.
Some fell here.
II
Maya had danced ten billion years when her seeds fell past our little hydrogen star and onto the
Stony beads that orbit it. Neon and Freon. Sulfur and magnesium.
From it's red womb the third stone brought forth
Carbon dioxide and methane and sulfur and water.
These rained down.
And when lightening struck, then did the shadow of Maya's dance pass across the waters.
And there was life.
III
The Life lived off of Maya's seeds, cracking open shells and devouring energy within.
This was too slow.
Maya snapped her fingers and the Life turned to the photons of energy from the fusion reactor of our sun,
Come ninety-three million miles through space.
Sunlight.
And there were plants.
And the plants were Maya's tambourines.
The rhythms began, the cycles began.
From poison gas to plant to sky. From non-living to living and back again.
(Listen to the jingle of the rhythms, of the cycles.)
From your first breath to the raft of reeds on the River Styx, your life is the gift of the Veriditas
Of the Green Life.
If Maya snapped her fingers
We would have eleven years of oxygen left
We would have only a few months of carbon and
nitrogen
We would have three minutes of energy.
The sky turned blue, spirit of the plants,
And Life went exploring.
IV
Old Woman Forest opened her eyes,
and eyes looked back.
She danced with the toadstools, and danced with the red vole, and danced with thousand year old fir trees.
She taught all the animals and plants to share,
And in the sharing came riches out of thin air and water.
Out of thin air and water and sunlight came the peoples
Of Old Woman Forest, came the lichen and the ant
Came the dusky butterflies and the cold sweet call of the loon.
Came Yim, the oppossum, with Old Woman's face and eyes and Old Woman's cold little hands.
Out of the dancing came Yim the trickster.
V
They say…
…that mass extinction is under way.
…that within thirty years one out of five species may be gone.
…that one of eight plant species is endangered.
…that the last time there was a mass extinction it took ten million years for the world to recover.
We are doing this.
VI
Yim is a Trickster.
Old Woman Forest and her sisters are tricksters.
Yim will play dead.
She will go stiff and stink. Her tongue will hang out.
When we stop tormenting her, she will jump up and shout.
She will dance around the feet of the dancing Maya she will dance with Old Woman Forest to the Tambourine beat of the cycles.
The plants will jingle and Life will dance.
VII
Will our children dance with them or…
…will Maya snap her fingers?
Listen for the Tambourine, Tambourine, Tambourine…we can dance!
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and the fires burned as Stars.
Maya laughed.
The Stars lived and died. Star lives were Maya's hands.
Her left hand the smaller stars that died as red giants.
Her right hand the huge stars that died as Super Novas.
With her hands she sowed the seeds: with her left hand she sowed the first twenty-six seeds. Hydrogen through Iron.
From the left hand of Maya came carbon and nitrogen and chromium.
With her right hand she sowed beyond twenty-six: cobalt through uranium.
With her right hand she sowed gold and silver and platinum. From Maya's right hand came copper and nickel and arsenic.
And still she danced.
And the veil of seeds passed over the womb of the DiaCosmos.
Some seeds drift the cosmic rivers still. Some fell on barren land. Some fell into the furnaces of the stars.
Some fell here.
II
Maya had danced ten billion years when her seeds fell past our little hydrogen star and onto the
Stony beads that orbit it. Neon and Freon. Sulfur and magnesium.
From it's red womb the third stone brought forth
Carbon dioxide and methane and sulfur and water.
These rained down.
And when lightening struck, then did the shadow of Maya's dance pass across the waters.
And there was life.
III
The Life lived off of Maya's seeds, cracking open shells and devouring energy within.
This was too slow.
Maya snapped her fingers and the Life turned to the photons of energy from the fusion reactor of our sun,
Come ninety-three million miles through space.
Sunlight.
And there were plants.
And the plants were Maya's tambourines.
The rhythms began, the cycles began.
From poison gas to plant to sky. From non-living to living and back again.
(Listen to the jingle of the rhythms, of the cycles.)
From your first breath to the raft of reeds on the River Styx, your life is the gift of the Veriditas
Of the Green Life.
If Maya snapped her fingers
We would have eleven years of oxygen left
We would have only a few months of carbon and
nitrogen
We would have three minutes of energy.
The sky turned blue, spirit of the plants,
And Life went exploring.
IV
Old Woman Forest opened her eyes,
and eyes looked back.
She danced with the toadstools, and danced with the red vole, and danced with thousand year old fir trees.
She taught all the animals and plants to share,
And in the sharing came riches out of thin air and water.
Out of thin air and water and sunlight came the peoples
Of Old Woman Forest, came the lichen and the ant
Came the dusky butterflies and the cold sweet call of the loon.
Came Yim, the oppossum, with Old Woman's face and eyes and Old Woman's cold little hands.
Out of the dancing came Yim the trickster.
V
They say…
…that mass extinction is under way.
…that within thirty years one out of five species may be gone.
…that one of eight plant species is endangered.
…that the last time there was a mass extinction it took ten million years for the world to recover.
We are doing this.
VI
Yim is a Trickster.
Old Woman Forest and her sisters are tricksters.
Yim will play dead.
She will go stiff and stink. Her tongue will hang out.
When we stop tormenting her, she will jump up and shout.
She will dance around the feet of the dancing Maya she will dance with Old Woman Forest to the Tambourine beat of the cycles.
The plants will jingle and Life will dance.
VII
Will our children dance with them or…
…will Maya snap her fingers?
Listen for the Tambourine, Tambourine, Tambourine…we can dance!
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Stony beads that orbit it. Neon and Freon. Sulfur and magnesium.
From it's red womb the third stone brought forth
Carbon dioxide and methane and sulfur and water.
These rained down.
And when lightening struck, then did the shadow of Maya's dance pass across the waters.
And there was life.
III
The Life lived off of Maya's seeds, cracking open shells and devouring energy within.
This was too slow.
Maya snapped her fingers and the Life turned to the photons of energy from the fusion reactor of our sun,
Come ninety-three million miles through space.
Sunlight.
And there were plants.
And the plants were Maya's tambourines.
The rhythms began, the cycles began.
From poison gas to plant to sky. From non-living to living and back again.
(Listen to the jingle of the rhythms, of the cycles.)
From your first breath to the raft of reeds on the River Styx, your life is the gift of the Veriditas
Of the Green Life.
If Maya snapped her fingers
We would have eleven years of oxygen left
We would have only a few months of carbon and
nitrogen
We would have three minutes of energy.
The sky turned blue, spirit of the plants,
And Life went exploring.
IV
Old Woman Forest opened her eyes,
and eyes looked back.
She danced with the toadstools, and danced with the red vole, and danced with thousand year old fir trees.
She taught all the animals and plants to share,
And in the sharing came riches out of thin air and water.
Out of thin air and water and sunlight came the peoples
Of Old Woman Forest, came the lichen and the ant
Came the dusky butterflies and the cold sweet call of the loon.
Came Yim, the oppossum, with Old Woman's face and eyes and Old Woman's cold little hands.
Out of the dancing came Yim the trickster.
V
They say…
…that mass extinction is under way.
…that within thirty years one out of five species may be gone.
…that one of eight plant species is endangered.
…that the last time there was a mass extinction it took ten million years for the world to recover.
We are doing this.
VI
Yim is a Trickster.
Old Woman Forest and her sisters are tricksters.
Yim will play dead.
She will go stiff and stink. Her tongue will hang out.
When we stop tormenting her, she will jump up and shout.
She will dance around the feet of the dancing Maya she will dance with Old Woman Forest to the Tambourine beat of the cycles.
The plants will jingle and Life will dance.
VII
Will our children dance with them or…
…will Maya snap her fingers?
Listen for the Tambourine, Tambourine, Tambourine…we can dance!
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The Life lived off of Maya's seeds, cracking open shells and devouring energy within.
This was too slow.
Maya snapped her fingers and the Life turned to the photons of energy from the fusion reactor of our sun,
Come ninety-three million miles through space.
Sunlight.
And there were plants.
And the plants were Maya's tambourines.
The rhythms began, the cycles began.
From poison gas to plant to sky. From non-living to living and back again.
(Listen to the jingle of the rhythms, of the cycles.)
From your first breath to the raft of reeds on the River Styx, your life is the gift of the Veriditas
Of the Green Life.
If Maya snapped her fingers
We would have eleven years of oxygen left
We would have only a few months of carbon and
nitrogen
We would have three minutes of energy.
The sky turned blue, spirit of the plants,
And Life went exploring.
IV
Old Woman Forest opened her eyes,
and eyes looked back.
She danced with the toadstools, and danced with the red vole, and danced with thousand year old fir trees.
She taught all the animals and plants to share,
And in the sharing came riches out of thin air and water.
Out of thin air and water and sunlight came the peoples
Of Old Woman Forest, came the lichen and the ant
Came the dusky butterflies and the cold sweet call of the loon.
Came Yim, the oppossum, with Old Woman's face and eyes and Old Woman's cold little hands.
Out of the dancing came Yim the trickster.
V
They say…
…that mass extinction is under way.
…that within thirty years one out of five species may be gone.
…that one of eight plant species is endangered.
…that the last time there was a mass extinction it took ten million years for the world to recover.
We are doing this.
VI
Yim is a Trickster.
Old Woman Forest and her sisters are tricksters.
Yim will play dead.
She will go stiff and stink. Her tongue will hang out.
When we stop tormenting her, she will jump up and shout.
She will dance around the feet of the dancing Maya she will dance with Old Woman Forest to the Tambourine beat of the cycles.
The plants will jingle and Life will dance.
VII
Will our children dance with them or…
…will Maya snap her fingers?
Listen for the Tambourine, Tambourine, Tambourine…we can dance!
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Maya snapped her fingers and the Life turned to the photons of energy from the fusion reactor of our sun,
Come ninety-three million miles through space.
Sunlight.
And there were plants.
And the plants were Maya's tambourines.
The rhythms began, the cycles began.
From poison gas to plant to sky. From non-living to living and back again.
(Listen to the jingle of the rhythms, of the cycles.)
From your first breath to the raft of reeds on the River Styx, your life is the gift of the Veriditas
Of the Green Life.
If Maya snapped her fingers
We would have eleven years of oxygen left
We would have only a few months of carbon and
nitrogen
We would have three minutes of energy.
The sky turned blue, spirit of the plants,
And Life went exploring.
IV
Old Woman Forest opened her eyes,
and eyes looked back.
She danced with the toadstools, and danced with the red vole, and danced with thousand year old fir trees.
She taught all the animals and plants to share,
And in the sharing came riches out of thin air and water.
Out of thin air and water and sunlight came the peoples
Of Old Woman Forest, came the lichen and the ant
Came the dusky butterflies and the cold sweet call of the loon.
Came Yim, the oppossum, with Old Woman's face and eyes and Old Woman's cold little hands.
Out of the dancing came Yim the trickster.
V
They say…
…that mass extinction is under way.
…that within thirty years one out of five species may be gone.
…that one of eight plant species is endangered.
…that the last time there was a mass extinction it took ten million years for the world to recover.
We are doing this.
VI
Yim is a Trickster.
Old Woman Forest and her sisters are tricksters.
Yim will play dead.
She will go stiff and stink. Her tongue will hang out.
When we stop tormenting her, she will jump up and shout.
She will dance around the feet of the dancing Maya she will dance with Old Woman Forest to the Tambourine beat of the cycles.
The plants will jingle and Life will dance.
VII
Will our children dance with them or…
…will Maya snap her fingers?
Listen for the Tambourine, Tambourine, Tambourine…we can dance!
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IV
Old Woman Forest opened her eyes,
and eyes looked back.
She danced with the toadstools, and danced with the red vole, and danced with thousand year old fir trees.
She taught all the animals and plants to share,
And in the sharing came riches out of thin air and water.
Out of thin air and water and sunlight came the peoples
Of Old Woman Forest, came the lichen and the ant
Came the dusky butterflies and the cold sweet call of the loon.
Came Yim, the oppossum, with Old Woman's face and eyes and Old Woman's cold little hands.
Out of the dancing came Yim the trickster.
V
They say…
…that mass extinction is under way.
…that within thirty years one out of five species may be gone.
…that one of eight plant species is endangered.
…that the last time there was a mass extinction it took ten million years for the world to recover.
We are doing this.
VI
Yim is a Trickster.
Old Woman Forest and her sisters are tricksters.
Yim will play dead.
She will go stiff and stink. Her tongue will hang out.
When we stop tormenting her, she will jump up and shout.
She will dance around the feet of the dancing Maya she will dance with Old Woman Forest to the Tambourine beat of the cycles.
The plants will jingle and Life will dance.
VII
Will our children dance with them or…
…will Maya snap her fingers?
Listen for the Tambourine, Tambourine, Tambourine…we can dance!
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and eyes looked back.
She danced with the toadstools, and danced with the red vole, and danced with thousand year old fir trees.
She taught all the animals and plants to share,
And in the sharing came riches out of thin air and water.
Out of thin air and water and sunlight came the peoples
Of Old Woman Forest, came the lichen and the ant
Came the dusky butterflies and the cold sweet call of the loon.
Came Yim, the oppossum, with Old Woman's face and eyes and Old Woman's cold little hands.
Out of the dancing came Yim the trickster.
V
They say…
…that mass extinction is under way.
…that within thirty years one out of five species may be gone.
…that one of eight plant species is endangered.
…that the last time there was a mass extinction it took ten million years for the world to recover.
We are doing this.
VI
Yim is a Trickster.
Old Woman Forest and her sisters are tricksters.
Yim will play dead.
She will go stiff and stink. Her tongue will hang out.
When we stop tormenting her, she will jump up and shout.
She will dance around the feet of the dancing Maya she will dance with Old Woman Forest to the Tambourine beat of the cycles.
The plants will jingle and Life will dance.
VII
Will our children dance with them or…
…will Maya snap her fingers?
Listen for the Tambourine, Tambourine, Tambourine…we can dance!
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They say…
…that mass extinction is under way.
…that within thirty years one out of five species may be gone.
…that one of eight plant species is endangered.
…that the last time there was a mass extinction it took ten million years for the world to recover.
We are doing this.
VI
Yim is a Trickster.
Old Woman Forest and her sisters are tricksters.
Yim will play dead.
She will go stiff and stink. Her tongue will hang out.
When we stop tormenting her, she will jump up and shout.
She will dance around the feet of the dancing Maya she will dance with Old Woman Forest to the Tambourine beat of the cycles.
The plants will jingle and Life will dance.
VII
Will our children dance with them or…
…will Maya snap her fingers?
Listen for the Tambourine, Tambourine, Tambourine…we can dance!
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…that within thirty years one out of five species may be gone.
…that one of eight plant species is endangered.
…that the last time there was a mass extinction it took ten million years for the world to recover.
We are doing this.
VI
Yim is a Trickster.
Old Woman Forest and her sisters are tricksters.
Yim will play dead.
She will go stiff and stink. Her tongue will hang out.
When we stop tormenting her, she will jump up and shout.
She will dance around the feet of the dancing Maya she will dance with Old Woman Forest to the Tambourine beat of the cycles.
The plants will jingle and Life will dance.
VII
Will our children dance with them or…
…will Maya snap her fingers?
Listen for the Tambourine, Tambourine, Tambourine…we can dance!
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Old Woman Forest and her sisters are tricksters.
Yim will play dead.
She will go stiff and stink. Her tongue will hang out.
When we stop tormenting her, she will jump up and shout.
She will dance around the feet of the dancing Maya she will dance with Old Woman Forest to the Tambourine beat of the cycles.
The plants will jingle and Life will dance.
VII
Will our children dance with them or…
…will Maya snap her fingers?
Listen for the Tambourine, Tambourine, Tambourine…we can dance!
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Will our children dance with them or…
…will Maya snap her fingers?
Listen for the Tambourine, Tambourine, Tambourine…we can dance!
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Listen for the Tambourine, Tambourine, Tambourine…we can dance!
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