Rumi – move from a place of overflowing
Never give from the depths of your well, But from the overflow
Category: Divine masculine
The peace of wild things – Wendell Berry
The Peace of Wild Things” Written and read by Wendell BerryListen When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great Read more about The peace of wild things – Wendell Berry[…]
God is a dj
God Is a DJ – Faithless This is my churchThis is where I heal my hurtsIt’s in natural graceOr watching young life shapeIt’s in minor keysSolutions and remediesEnemies becoming friendsWhen bitterness ends This is my churchThis is where I heal my hurts It’s in the world I’ve becomeContained in the humBetween voice and drumIt’s in Read more about God is a dj[…]
The Power of Love
The Power of Love – Frankie Goes to Hollywood The power of loveA force from aboveCleaning my soulFlame on burn desireLove with tongues of firePurge the soulMake love your goal. I’ll protect you from the hooded clawKeep the vampires from your doorWhen the chips are downI’ll be around with my undyingDeath defying love for you. Read more about The Power of Love[…]
Lost word spell songs
SINGING NATURE BACK TO LIFEthelostwordsTHE AUTHORSROBERT MACFARLANESeek, find, speak• ThecreatorsofTheLostWordsdescribeitas:’‘abeautifulprotest’againstthe loss of everyday nature from our everyday lives in Britain and beyond’ and refers to Brecht:In the dark timesWill there also be singing? Yes, there will be singing About the dark times. JACKIE MORRISSeek, find, speak, createJackie Morris speaks of the ‘sleeping seed of a Read more about Lost word spell songs[…]
Midsummer
Pollination – Declare and Share – Union Purple and Orangealchemy & devilment. Here is midsummer.The time of purple and orange.Out of a Jurassic forest of foliage rise the polemonium spears.holding aloft their beautiful-blue purple flower clusters.While pink-purple rockets burst forth on the buddleia bush.And Orange hawkbit waft their devil’s paintbrushes highamong the tall spears of Read more about Midsummer[…]
Let the rhythm call you home
Hard rain overnight. 4am Crack of Dawn pulsing energy. Deep, dark new moon journey. Blue throat chakra, black cat.Bigger cats, lions, tigers and jaguars, prowl and roar. Summer solstice wonderland Jasmine scent.Peas pop. Wild cherries with poison at their hearts. Soft breeze, floating clouds, rustling leaves. Father’s Day cider and hops.Sleep so near and so Read more about Let the rhythm call you home[…]
Proud Music of the Storm. Walt Whitman
1PROUD music of the storm,Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies,Strong hum of forest tree-tops—wind of the mountains,Personified dim shapes—you hidden orchestras,You serenades of phantoms with instruments alert,Blending with Nature’s rhythmus all the tongues of nations;You chords left as by vast composers—you choruses,You formless, free, religious dances—you from the Orient,You undertone of rivers, roar Read more about Proud Music of the Storm. Walt Whitman[…]
