The voice of Gaia
In the heart of nature a new human is being born https://www.thevoiceofgaia.org/
Category: Nature
The still small voice of calm
The Brewing of Somaby John Greenleaf Whittier This poem is the source of the hymn “Dear Lord and Father of Mankind“. “These libations mixed with milk have been prepared for Indra: offer Soma to the drinker of Soma.”–Vashista, translated by MAX MULLER. The fagots blazed, the caldron’s smokeUp through the green wood curled;“Bring honey from the Read more about The still small voice of calm[…]
Wild geese
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First buds
Magnolia and Peony stircreeping new life emerging even in the darkest coldest moment
Mountains and Rivers
The global Pachamama Alliance community online ceremony to welcome in a new possibility for you, your family, your community, and the world. Our Indigenous elders remind us that with 2020 having been a year of great challenge for the human family, we have an opportunity to come together and take a moment to reflect, bless Read more about Mountains and Rivers[…]
Of Mere Being
The palm at the end of the mind, Beyond the last thought, risesIn the bronze distance. A gold-feathered bird Sings in the park, without human meaning, Without human feeling, a foreign song. You know then that it is not the reason. That makes us happy or unhappy. The bird sings. It’s feathers shine The palm Read more about Of Mere Being[…]
Morning crows
Morning crows and a magpie, or two? Evening swirls and whirls of wind. and a blitz of rain against the black night sky.
Floating downriver
The chance of humming – Rumi A man standing on two logs in a river. might do alright floating with the current. while humming in the now Though if one log is tied to a camel. who is heading south along the river at the same pace. all could still be well with the world. Read more about Floating downriver[…]
Shadows
Everyone knows the great energies running amok castterrible shadows, that each of the so-calledsenseless acts has its thread loopingback through the world and into a human heart.And meanwhilethe gold-trimmed thunderwanders the sky; the rivermay be filling the cellars of the sleeping town.Cyclone, fire, and their merry cousinsbring us to grief—but these are the hourswith the Read more about Shadows[…]