From space you can see it all-
Curve of world, blue, green, brown
Encompassing all people, all creatures, all things
Who know not of their individual unimportance
Blind to the whole picture, blocked from seeing by
The conflicting interests of Ego and self-doubt
That keep the world from disclosing its beauty,
Who don't want to see their true kinship
To all the places and things of this ship they live on
A ship they themselves are sinking slowly
World full of people playing petty games
Ignoring themselves, each other, the world speaking to them
Too quietly to be heard until they listen
Who can soar to the stars, with the burdensome weight of ignorance upon them?
Who can know the Universe who doesn't know their world?
What right have we to call ourselves intelligent, wise, all the time
We are ignoring the true wisdom that would guide us to ourselves,
While we are so stubbornly bent on destruction and pain
When we should rather be healing ourselves
And repairing this ship of fools.