Tag: mother earth
member name: Joyce C.
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March 26, 2008 08:01 AM EDT --
Am I willing to take those steps –
Hesitant journeywoman on this path?
Am I frightened of the desert –
Bare and acrid with nothing to love?
Am I seeking the spring, . . .
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March 18, 2008 09:05 AM EDT --
You walked under the sheltering boughs of cedar.
You strode beneath the acacias, barefoot, silent.
You danced around the pomegranates, tasting their ruby sweetness.
You touched the olive trees laden . . .
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October 23, 2007 08:50 AM EDT --
For many of us, a sacred place might be the forest near where we live, or the quiet creek where we sit down for a quiet time. Likewise, it could be a tiny garden filled with nature's goodness or a . . .
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December 20, 2007 02:24 AM EST --
A star, a sun, a son,
wishing, dreaming, hoping -
waiting for the coming of spring,
light over dark,
a rebirth of a sun,
a remembrance of balance,
a reminder of joy,
Natalis . . .
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December 10, 2007 12:19 AM EST --
A dash of salt, a sprinkle of pepper
a mother’s love
Throw in the cumin, the curry leaves
my heritage speaks, blood and blood
Boil the soup, tasting lotus
Traditions merge, an . . .
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March 20, 2008 08:37 AM EDT --
She dropped onto the soft sand, panther-quiet, a dark shadow slipping in the shadows of the large hangar. She hid beneath the large silver fighter planes. Birds of death, her people called them. Birds . . .
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December 12, 2007 02:39 AM EST --
Walking into the room containing the pelts, feathers and hides was a surreal moment for me. I felt as if there were untold stories in the air, whispers of voices bleeding into reality and asking to be . . .
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September 30, 2007 10:59 PM EDT --
Buddha's tree -
heart-shaped leaves in the sun.
Teach me about mortality
and resilience,
because living in the city is not
easy.
Teach me, Peepul, teach me, please.
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October 26, 2007 11:24 PM EDT --
Hail Samhain moon,
Round bright mirror -
No need for scrying:
Just shine on me.
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February 07, 2008 09:52 AM EST --
Inspired by - yes - Johnny and the Sprites.
Wake up, old slumbering Earth -
Wake up and stretch forth your shoots,
Your little germinating seeds, your little bulbs.
Let them push out from the . . .
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October 18, 2007 01:58 AM EDT --
Om Mani Padme Hum.
My heart is filled with compassion.
Om Mani Padme Hum.
My spirit is filled with compassion.
Om Mani Padme Hum.
My song is filled with compassion.
Om Mani Padme Hum.
I am filled . . .
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November 21, 2007 01:37 AM EST --
A spiky ovoid -
Packed with life
And released to fly.
Note: The casuarina has seed pods with small 'spikes' (not painful) but the real seed is tiny and tucked inside the seed . . .
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December 21, 2007 07:00 AM EST --
Celebrating Dong Zhi or the Winter Solstice tonight. We bought the pink and white glutinous dough to make the dumplings so that we can eat them later as a hot dessert.
Coincidentally, it started to . . .
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January 12, 2008 02:26 AM EST --
Wonder still exists in this world. The kind of wide-eyed "Wow", residing in all of us, even in the hearts of hardened folks.
It snowed in Baghdad. And the people woke up in Wonder and for . . .
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November 25, 2007 04:22 AM EST --
flowering -
abundant now, laden with
blooms:
beautiful herald, speaker
of transitions
and seasonal paths.
bearing -
age-old wisdom, grounded with
luminous truth:
drink deep, . . .
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December 14, 2007 08:36 AM EST --
folds of her -
layer upon layer,
shaped, wrinkled, formed,
generations and histories:
weathered body
with so . . .
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October 10, 2007 08:25 AM EDT --
Certain bird species appear in my life at certain times or I am drawn towards them in one way or the other. They are interwoven into the tapestry of nature surrounding me, first during the time of my childhood . . .
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October 12, 2007 04:12 AM EDT --
Crescent-moon amber,
Luna's dancer:
Hunter on the prowl.
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November 02, 2007 09:41 AM EDT --
I am still trembling with anger. The feeling of being encroached on, the feeling of my privacy being invaded. The forest is my private place. And there are poachers poaching .
This forest . . .
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November 12, 2007 09:19 AM EST --
touch the earth,
feel its warmth -
the sky's tears pooling beneath
seeking fingers sinking
into the velvet water
while it flows, it flows
into streams and rivulets
softly laughing . . .
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