A cosmic rhythm beats. Tuning in is up to you.

Harmony in Nature exists. Destroying it is up to you.

Wrapped in the cold cocoon of existence

Liberating thoughts emancipate the spirit.

The umbilical severing provokes the senses…

Coddled in the tentacles of greed

We soon maraud our mater firma,

Pillaging her bounty, making her sigh

Digging into her bowels until her crazed retching

Gives way to unforeseen calamity.

Wake up. Stir from the drunken stupor of power…

Today’s chattels will garnish our desires

Morrow’s yearnings will stifle our foliage

Choke our streams and lay bare our naked insatiability

That will lead us to our doom

Destroying every blessing we’ve inherited

Unless…

As the cosmic rhythm beats

We synchronize with Nature.