It is in this way that the rebel…says yes and no simultaneously.
Albert Camus, The Rebel


No nukes

and no thermobaric weapons

no unregulated AI

no child pornography

no sex trafficking

and no slavery

no to tyranny

rule of the gun and

no to racist

hate based ideology

no to consumerism

hoarding, polluting

endemic desecration

destroying the planet

no apocalyptic theology:


And No to War!


Yes to children

and species diversity

yes to women

especially mothering

yes to young folk

in global rebellion

yes to elders

with stories of wisdom

yes to dignity

inclusive dignity

to critical thinking, to

emotional intelligence

evolutionary empathy

and borderless friendship

yes to green on Earth

the trees

to blue from space

with stars

yes to you

in honest goodwill

and to me

and yes to the touchstone

of trust – integrity:


And Yes to Peace!

An international essayist, eco-poet, and storyteller, David Sparenberg is author of four books including: CONFRONTING the CRISIS: Essays & Meditations on Eco Spirituality from Moon Book and EARTH KEEPER: an Ecosophy of Poems.  David lives in Seattle, WA in the Pacific Northwest of the United States.


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