‘Lost Word’ Oak poem robert macfarlane “Heartwood:” a tree’s heartwood is its innermost core. I wrote this poem (song, charm-against-harm) for any tree anywhere that faces unjust felling – and especially for the trees of Sheffield. The art is by Nick Hays and is free to use, print, speak, sing … Please share.” ‘Heartwood’, the Read more about Heartwood[…]
The butterfly bone the sphenoid bone around the eye sockets in the cranium but also in the pelvis https://line.17qq.com/articles/nnkpksfsy.html
The limbs of a tree reached down and lifted me, thinking I was it’s child. And in themeadows my spirit became so quietthat if I put my cheek against the earth’s body I feel the pulse of God. “Tell me the way you do that, birds – enter the private chambers of my Lord.” And Read more about The Pulse of God[…]
The site of old dreams re emerges With a beautiful view and a wood pigeon Two flowers serve as reminders One yellow as the sun with a dark heart The other white as the moon with a bright sunny heart The wolf in me picks up the scent Tracing it forward through the Fens to Read more about Garden notes[…]
Bare Shivering stems in pale wintry shadows
And frozen earth
But now the birds are singing at 3am. life is stirring above and below ground,roots are starting to tingle. They are laying the foundations That will provide the stability.
Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn,a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter.If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things,this is the best season of your life. by Wu Men Hui-k’aiEnglish version by Stephen Mitchell Flowing in and out of all the cycles of the life. Our breath, the circadian daily rhythmn , Read more about The best season[…]
Coming out of the quiet One lone sprig of holly moisture hanging heavy on bare winter branches a black cat seeking warmth on my lap The blue tits are nesting.