Jane Hirshfield JasmineAlmost the twenty-first century —how quickly the thought will grow dated,even quaint.Our hopes, our future,will pass like the hopes and futures of others.And all our anxieties and terrors,nights of sleeplessness,griefs,will appear then as they truly are —Stumbling, delirious bees in the tea scent of jasmine.
CrazyGnarls Barkley.I remember whenI remember, I remember when I lost my mindThere was something so pleasant about that placeEven your emotions have an echo in so much space. And when you’re out there, without careYeah I was out of touchBut it wasn’t because I didn’t know enoughI just knew too muchDoes that make me crazy?Does Read more about Crazy diamonds[…]
Drying Aquilegia seedpods. Clover flowers floating like miniature lotus flowers on a pool of green.Seas of mint and pink geranium, Pale yellow stars of the lady’s mantle Spears of LavenderAnd tiny orchids of the dead nettle. Foxgloves trumpets held on high. Soft leaves, spiky leaves, furry alchemilla leaves, leathery leaves of the peony and hydrangea. Read more about First seeds[…]
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[…]
Humanity Rising – Dailogue with Vandana Shiva
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[…]