For a moment we hover at the Peak, the pinnacle, the turning point. And then the seasons turn once more. The sun begins to waneImperceptibly at first, the morning and then the evening, quietly begin to draw in. The slow descent into winter begins. So here we are. The hum of the distant motorway is Read more about The Return[…]
I stop. Look up. Blue sky. Green hedge. Solid Earth. I land,Feeling gravity holding me close. Where have I been? Away with the fairies over the summer solstice. Journeying. The circle has gone now, vanishing as quickly as it appeared.It’s good to come back down to Earth Grounded. I roll onto my belly, feeling my Read more about Coming back to Earth[…]
Wonderland Summer Soltice FestivalBriony Greenhill – Paradigm Shift https://www.wonderlandfestival.org/programme Acres of Ancestry by Marlanda Dekine-Sapient Soul For the descendants of Africans living in the USA pursuing justice for 1.5 million acres of Black-owned land. As long as I have a pig and garden, no one can tell me what to do. —Fannie Lou Hamer Mine Read more about Place, Purpose, Community[…]
Journey to the underworld Into the darkness of the ancient mariners Under a dark moon.Osiris and the black cat Embrace the mystery,release the graspingAnd stand naked To be judged. Heart which feels really heavy Is as light As a feather when measured against truth and justice.A Ring of fireAnd a Phoenix rises from an ocean Read more about New moon – Solar eclipse[…]
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_word_for_%22crisis%22 Maya Angelou – A Brave And Startling Truth Maya Angelou (April 4, 1928–May 28, 2014) We, this people, on a small and lonely planetTraveling through casual spacePast aloof stars, across the way of indifferent sunsTo a destination where all signs tell usIt is possible and imperative that we learnA brave and startling truthAnd when we come Read more about Crisis – Danger at a point of Juncture[…]
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[…]
Death by noise. Unable to find Peace the whales run aground. My heart breaks. Lost words, Heartwood, Taproot. Rain makes the Earth solid not crumbly, allowing roots to get a sure hold. Breath out black sludge through your feet. Breath out black smoke through your chest. A cock’s crow blows in on the wind. Gust Read more about Wind[…]
by Kim RosenMay 24, 2020 9:25 PM Of Meaning and Mystery: The Language of the Unknown You are not here to verify,Instruct yourself, or inform curiosityOr carry report. You are here to kneelWhere prayer has been valid. ~T.S. Eliot, from “Little Gidding” There is a tsunami of visionary poems and blogs showing up in my inbox Read more about Kim Rosen[…]
The tree that was always waiting for me. Nine hearts and radiant circuitsjoy, gladness, awe, appreciation and gratitude. splendour and spontaneity. Stability and ease get up off of your knees, you are my son, not a servant. you have the dragon pearl. speak. drop. Drop into the present moment. Into the state of receptivity, open Read more about Rain[…]
Damselflies and Orange roses. a blue moon bud appears. swifts, swallows and housemartins. Fierce heat and teenage happiness. love and futures open-hearts and open minds peace. unrest. there will be no peace until the least experience no lack connections. branches. puffs of white cloud. the sound of lambsAnd dogs barking wind and rustling leaves. time Read more about Posting seeds and a new Phone[…]