Turning Point

He sits and feels things turn,
As the snow falls and melts slowly,
As seasons change as forests burn,
He sees nothing but that most holy.

Naught but a common woman,
A traveller allied to no nation,
Hope undying, though devoid of plans,
Blessed with uncommon patience.

The moment and the man are one,
His body light and porous,
Eyes closed, but turned toward the sun,
He feels bliss and a light most glorious.

Who is this woman and where is she?
These questions you may well ask,
But see the forest for the trees,
Make this your wordly task.

A Preist, a Nun, as Ascetic no doubt,
Experienced, calm and detatched,
All things one’s mind may well spout,
A man of spirituality unmatched.

Questions swirl and wonder is born,
While the rain tumbles outside,
Your sleeve is where your heart is worn,
But is this where it resides?

Meanwhile the man waits with answers to all,
Packed deep within his mind,
No barriers in place except the wall,
Perceived by humankind.

She is the Earth you see my friends,
The one we reside within,
She deals the cosmic currency we spend,
Decides when things end and when they begin.

So show some respect you ungrateful kids,
Worship that which is real,
Help Parent Earth get off the skids,
And secure a life long deal.

But knowing the truth will not save the Earth,
From man made suffering and pain,
From pollution, waste, abuse and death,
Of love, respect and change.

So while while we rent this planet’s surface,
Let this be our motivating force,
Sustainability our sole purpose,
Come together and not divorce.

Let’s keep the holy one alive,
Hurt, damaged, pained but healing,
Act now with purpose and don’t connive,
Burst on through the glass ceiling.

In a singular direction, each and everyone,
To realise humanity’s potential,
Rest not until the work is done,
Not immediate, but definitely eventual.

Turning Point


Sydney, Australia

  • Artist
  • Artwork Comments 3

Artist's Description

I wrote this to try to describe how I feel about humanity’s connection to the Earth. It is metaphorical for this reason. It’s rhyming because I felt it needed some lightness and rhythmn.
Sustainability is truly our only hope for survival and the ability for others like us to know what it feels like to breathe, sense and create. Let’s think long term.

Artwork Comments

  • pijinlane
  • H Maria Perry
  • IdKid
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10% off

for joining the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.