sacred

once there was no need for sacred sites(everywhere was sacred
water was seen as holy intrinsically/not just for its usefulness/healing qualities
earth seen as alive/living/responsive to seeds /producing harvests
air as precious as breath itself/combined with fire for warmth
some even made gods of metal(thor)and wood(elves/devas/piskies/brownies)
Those were magical/mythical times-respect and reverence sang through all folk
elements were seen as powers unto themselves,to be approached in supplication
Folk would pilgrimage to Holy Mountains,Springs,Wells
when word of healing qualities could be found.Songs,poems,fables,legends of praise
were formed and forged and passed down generations,changing in the telling
Epic sagas of mighty Quests-for purity of consciousness meant alignment
with the simple/natural.That dream left.We cannot remember water without fluoride added
nor woods without houses within,nor mighty mountains not mined.Those who Quest
are those who are called .They find stripped Stonehenge,wilted Wells,dry Springs.
Earth is angry at our anger -our domination /possession
Waves rise in Tsunami powers/earth quakes with rage @atomic underground tests
We have all seen whales leave their only ocean/beached by sonar submarines
Signs appear in the landscape and the sky.We ignore them.Until we are Holy again
whatever we touch will only be us-polluted,tired,defiled.Time to be Sacred.