Messages from Mother Earth

The Cracked Mirror

Wangari Maathai, Kenya

(Submitted by The Office of Wangari Maathai)

Mount Kenya used to be a holy mountain for my people, the Kikuyus. They believed that their God dwelled on the mountain and that everything good - the rains and clean drinking water - flowed from it. As long as they saw the clouds (the mountain is a very shy mountain, usually hiding behind clouds), they knew they would get rain.

A New Glasnost for the Planet

Mikhail Gorbachev, Russia

(Submitted by the author)

It may seem paradoxical, but despite having borne witness to the countless humanitarian and environmental disasters of recent decades, I am an optimist. But being an optimist does not mean simply looking at the world through rose-tinted glasses, like Voltaire’s Candide, and declaring everything to be for the best, despite an endless array of misfortunes.

Only One Flower

Jorge Luis Borges, Argentina

(Submitted by Sara Duarte, Chile)

If we could understand only one flower, we would know who we are and what the world is.

Homage to Water: A Song to Praise You

Masaru Emoto, Japan

(Submitted by the author)

You are the one who continues to give the energy of life so generously to all animals and plants. Thank you.

You are the one who nourishes heaven and earth, the one who creates oceans, lakes, and rivers, the one who creates all life. Thank you.

Sometimes you hold your energy by becoming ice, hard and cold, sometimes releasing it by dancing in the sky as mist or cloud, and sometimes you permeate the soil by becoming rain or snow, healing our Gaia. A broad and magnanimous heart, like God. Thank you.

The Endocrinologist

Martin Olson, USA

endocrinology is my field
he said significantly
politeness dictated I look up
into his proud face

Oh? I mouthed faintly
fearing elaboration
But Oh? was all he needed
he began his speech as if by rote
the words disintegrating
into the dullest endocrinal
esoterica imaginable

it had an unexpected
anesthetic effect
I touched the cold window
of the train with my forehead
and watched the geometry
of the world hurl by
glimpsed through the surreal
blizzard while his voice
droned and chanted
like a devoted monk

the snowflakes multiplied
glutting the pane with ice

Poetry and the Brahmaputra: Flowing Back to Nature

Tess Joyce, England

(Submitted by the author)

Three-fourths of philosophy and literature is the talk of people trying to convince themselves that they really like the cage they were tricked into entering. - Gary Snyder

The best remedy

Anne Frank, Germany

(Submitted by The Art of Living Team)

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely, or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As long as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow … And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.


Rabindranath Tagore, India

Butterflies do not count in months, but in moments, and they are not short of time.

After midnight

Amelia Earhart, USA

After midnight the moon set and I was alone with the stars.


Jane Goodall, England

There will never be peace unless we learn to live in harmony with the environment. The key point is greed - the driving force behind the rich world’s actions.

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