An old indian proverb says…
“Only after the last tree has been cut down. Only after the last river has been poisoned. Only after the last fish has been caught. Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten.”
-Cree Indian Prophecy
Sometimes you hop on the ride,
Take it for a spin, run the gas dry.
You get so high, high up to the sky,
Be careful you don’t get so high, though, that you fall out and die.
Whats the point of a ride though?
If it’s scary and you’re way too high?
What’s the point of a ride though?
If it’s at the cost of the other peoples lives.
We pay for so many material things,
Then we ask for peace and blessings.
Our heroic savior will save us now!
Let’s count on him, for he knows the tao…
When we ruin the eco system,
We invite a roller coaster.
The “game” is out of control,
The end of the ride is getting closer.
Do we want more tidal waves, earthquakes and floods?
Or would we rather be happy little piggies, playing in the mud?
The choice is yours,
For you to decide.
If you breathe Qi in,
Your vortex opens up the sky.
Instead of inviting roller coasters,
Into ruining our lives…
Why don’t we invite birds of prey?
To fill up the skies.
Time is up,
The game is over,
Your form is out of control.
Your philosophy doesn’t work,
Like a knife that went dull.
Plant another tree and then another,
Fill up the garden to be full.
Instructions for living