For the Children

from Turtle Island:

The rising hills, the slopes,
of statistics
lie before us.
the steep climb
of everything, going up,
up, as we all
go down.

In the next century
or the one beyond that,
they say,
are valleys, pastures,
we can meet there in peace
if we make it.

To climb these coming crests
one word to you, to
you and your children:

stay together
learn the flowers
go light

— Gary Snyder

with appreciation for Rob Hopkins who reminded me of this poem, and Stephanie Mills, who has lately been re-preaching this message to anyone who will listen. Good advice.