simple life pleasures, connection with nature, inner journey, from woman, maiden, mother, enchantress, crone
Sunday, 1 September 2024
Saturday, 17 August 2024
Summer low
...
Oh, no
The summer low is here, again
Like the tide of the sea
Take my breath and my pain
Reach for a shooting star
The once upon me
Long time, so far
Low, down, falling with a crash
Swallen body, in flamed and sore
Low in self esteem, low cash
Books and blogs, Spotify playlist galore
Just trying to soothe and ride the wave
'Cause this heat is crushing me down
Not like hot girls in bikini, going around town
All I want to do is hide in my cave
This is my August mood, my summer low
It's a thing, S.A.D, don't you know
...
(Read in rap style)
Friday, 21 June 2024
Summer high
High, rising fire,
Burning anger, rage,
Like an electric wire
Light up my sage
Smudge stick' s smoke
Turmoil, like a volcano erupting
Inside fumes I choke
LIver, heart and spleen stagnating
Kidney energy, dragging me
down to the no flow, no go;
Now, feeling low
and yet, we are in the summer high
Bless the sun, returning light
Shine at this wonderful solstice
Hear my chants and prayers
Invoking the pure light divine
Oh, sisters, brothers, oh let the sun shine
Oh Sun shine, oh Sun
Bring peace to restless -ness
The wolrd's ever lasting conflicts
Shine the golden light to us
Lift the shadow, this broken humanity
Sun King, oh mighty, remind us of
Love, beauty and Joy
and have pity,
and give me hope
give us hope
Om Shanti
Shalom
Om
Sunday, 26 May 2024
Bright and beautiful
Bright and beautiful, lovely and bright
Sunny times, warmth and more
Flowers grow, nature's abundance
This season of blood and war
No reason to take a stance
Believe, only wish, one wish for
This contentious issue, now
How many times, this is a chance: but how
To cease, is not and opinion or an ideal
But it is the only way, the human thing
To do, to stop this dreadful ordeal
Summertime, bright and beautiful
Summertime, the living is far from easy
Friday, 10 May 2024
Thoughts for myself
A Teacher's Thoughts for His (Her) Children
You who descend out of heaven's brightness
Now descend to earthly darkness
Thus through life's resisting forces,
Spirit radiance to unfold
Spirit warmness to enkindle
Spirit forces to call forth -
Be you warmed through by my love
Radiant Thinking
Tranquil Feeling
Healing Willing -
That in Spirit's heights will rooted
And in Earth's foundations working
You may servants of the world become
Spirit illumining
Love evoking
Being strengthening
Rudolf Steiner
Sunday, 7 April 2024
HYMN by Marie Howe
HYMN
by Marie Howe
It began as an almost inaudible hum,
low and long for the solar winds
and far dim galaxies,
a hymn growing louder, for the moon and the sun,
a song without words for the snow falling,
for snow conceiving snow
conceiving rain, the rivers rushing without shame,
the hum turning again higher — into a riff of ridges
peaks hard as consonants,
summits and praise for the rocky faults and crust and crevices
then down down to the roots and rocks and burrows
the lakes’ skittery surfaces, wells, oceans, breaking
waves, the salt-deep: the warm bodies moving within it:
the cold deep: the deep underneath gleaming: some of us rising
as the planet turned into dawn, some lying down
as it turned into dark; as each of us rested — another woke, standing
among the cast-off cartons and automobiles;
we left the factories and stood in the parking lots,
left the subways and stood on sidewalks, in the bright offices,
in the cluttered yards, in the farmed fields,
in the mud of the shanty towns, breaking into
harmonies we’d not known possible. finding the chords as we
found our true place singing in a million
million keys the human hymn of praise for every
something else there is and ever was and will be:
the song growing louder and rising.
(Listen, I too believed it was a dream.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4fPqNcovJw
Tuesday, 2 April 2024
Time will tell
Time will tell
when time is then
cycling round
life with like
time and again
loss and pain
burnt fragance
faded rose
unbloomed
dropped
to the ground
cycling round
Time will tell
if all is well
time and again
loss and pain
loss and pain
loss and pain
