The unaware mind makes a mess,
Then calls it "karma" or "nature’s stress,"
"Apocalypse" or "nature’s fury," it spits,
But it’s just the truth it refuses to admit.
It sees a storm, a drought, a fire,
And hides behind words, too scared to face what's dire,
Blames the world, blames fate,
But won’t see how it sealed its own fate.
It ignores the damage, runs from the cause,
Chasing lies that never pause,
Words are shields, thoughts block the way,
Only awareness can clear the day.
To fix the earth, to make it right,
Awareness is the truth, silent and bright,
Not in labels or stories we make,
But in the now, where we don't fake.
Then calls it "karma" or "nature’s stress,"
"Apocalypse" or "nature’s fury," it spits,
But it’s just the truth it refuses to admit.
It sees a storm, a drought, a fire,
And hides behind words, too scared to face what's dire,
Blames the world, blames fate,
But won’t see how it sealed its own fate.
It ignores the damage, runs from the cause,
Chasing lies that never pause,
Words are shields, thoughts block the way,
Only awareness can clear the day.
To fix the earth, to make it right,
Awareness is the truth, silent and bright,
Not in labels or stories we make,
But in the now, where we don't fake.