Tag: earth

  • Wind Fire & Earth Liguria Italy

    Walking from artificial light
    into a moonlit night
    of monotoned obscurity,
    I am drawn by the sound
    of a soft wind swaying
    the shadowy trees.
    They whisper secrets
    into my willing ear.

    The effect is poignant
    and wraps around me,
    like a warm embrace
    consoling me to meet
    my momentary need.
    But then a darker sound –
    a gust inviting questions
    which reach beyond the now.

    I search the distant hills,
    where flickering points of light
    could be the nightly campfires
    from peoples of the past.
    Lives in cyclic time,
    unbroken lineages still,
    back to Roman times,
    bold and earthly wise.

    The ancients worked this land
    with rugged pride
    for survival of their tribe.
    These days freedom blows
    on winds of change;
    family ties grow loose
    The young now look away,
    for livelihoods in town.

    Many terraces are lost
    swallowed by a creeping wilderness,
    walls of stone collapsed,
    the grapes and olives gone.
    Whatever future waits
    for these steep hills;
    I find a stillness here
    Outside of any time.

  • Wild One – Record of a dream, written on a train, given to a stranger

    I know I am alive, but
    forget to remember and rejoice.
    So now, awake, I celebrate,
    Defying the numbness of my normal life.

    In my dream I glow
    And move with a singing vibrancy.
    I flow, with the current of life
    Volting through my veins.

    And now I see myself flesh-bare,
    Dancing the celebration of my sex.
    In my power, I stand
    Proud at last of my priapic energy.

    Not hunter, nor hunted, yet
    Grasping the emblems of my strength,
    Bow and spear, tight bound and spliced,
    Thonged, beaded, and bedecked.

    I feel my centre low;
    Steel in my guts and feet rooted to the earth,
    I am connected to all beings now
    And dance the universal dance.

    I reach back in time, to
    Primitive man whose leathered feet
    Trod the very earth I now tread.
    These sacred rocks support our fragile soles.

    We are of one spirit, he and I.
    Just for now I too am free
    from the yoke of my civilisation,
    Open to forces my mind cannot grasp.

    The wild calls me, and
    I respond as if to a lover
    For whom I yearn without and within.
    A wisdom only now revealed.
    native american

  • Praying for the Earth

    Planet_Earth_by_sanmonku
    Planet Earth by Sanmonku

    Praying for the Earth by Paul Swatridge
    – adapted & developed from a talk by Lewellyn Vaughan-Lee in 2012.

    At this time there is a real need in the physical and spiritual body of the Earth.
    Creation itself is calling to us, sending us signs of its imbalance and distress. Imbalance that we can see in the tsunamis, floods and droughts, as they become more frequent.

    The Anima Mundi (Soul of the World) is crying out.

    Those whose hearts are open can hear this cry, a cry from deep within creation.
    Just as our own soul can cry out for help at times of deep need, such that we are taken by prayer to implore to a higher power for direct help, a direct conscious connection that bypasses ego and words, going straight from our heart to the divine. In this same way, when our hearts are open, we can create a direct connection to the soul of the world.

    Human beings, who are supposed to be the guardians of the planet, who long ago learned the sacred names of creation, have forgotten this reverence and their responsibility as guardians. Instead they have been systematically and heedlessly desecrating and destroying the Earth on a global scale. And now the Earth and its waters are dying.

    The Earth needs us to acknowledge its sacred nature. It needs our prayers more than we know. It needs us to understand that it is not just something to use and throw away.

    Real sustainability is not just on a physical level, it is also spiritual. It is not spiritually sustainable if it doesn’t nourish our souls; there is an emptiness, a desolation, there is no longer the joy that belongs to life.

    The Earth needs us to help it connect with its own sacred source. We are the conduits who can create these connections in a new way. No longer the patriarchal order imposing from above; now is the time for the sacred feminine energy of Shakti – organic, life-giving, nurturing and infusing everything with love. We hear the cry of the world and like a mother with her child, we respond.

    We are the ears and eyes of the divine.. Through us the beloved, the creator, can see directly into creation. If we can see with the eye of the heart, we can feel into the core of creation and recognise our responsibility to care for our planet with compassion, instead of blindly following the materialist path to destruction.

    Even if we have forgotten over the centuries, it is still in our DNA. We can reconnect with the sacred substance in creation as the indigenous peoples of the world have always done; we can hold the earth within our hearts, nourish it with our love, offering it to the divine.

    Each one of us has the possibility to make a direct connection and to make a difference, through the grace of our love and devotion. This way we can reunite spirit and matter, making a difference where it is most needed in the world. There are many ways to do this. We each have our ways to pray. Here are some suggestions to consider:

  • Acknowledge that the Earth is not unfeeling matter, but a living being that has given us life – a sacred life.
  • Remember that the Earth has a soul, as we have a soul.
  • Know and trust that the power of the divine has the potential to heal and restore creation.
  • Let ourselves be guided by the cries we hear, to offer our love and attention where it is needed, remembering the sorrow and suffering of the world and asking for the healing to flow to wherever it is needed.
  • Sit and breathe and feel the quiet energy and rhythm of our heartbeat as we breathe. Remember that our breath and the breath of the world are one. It is breathing through every leaf, every plant and tree, through the lungs of all living creatures, even through the earth itself.
  • As we breathe, let the love grow in our hearts – our love of creation. This is where, as we hold our focus, the reconnection takes place and the healing begins.

    It may seem too late to prevent destruction on a physical level and we may feel too small and powerless to make much difference on the outside. But we can all do the powerful inner work in this way.

    It is our inner sacred relationship with the Earth that we have neglected for so long and it is this that is most needed now.

  • Wild One – Record of a dream, written on a train, given to a stranger

    I know I am alive, but
    forget to remember and rejoice.
    So now, awake, I celebrate,
    Defying the numbness of my normal life.

    In my dream I glow
    And move with a singing vibrancy.
    I flow, with the current of life
    Volting through my veins.

    And now I see myself flesh-bare,
    Dancing the celebration of my sex.
    In my power, I stand
    Proud at last of my priapic energy.

    Not hunter, nor hunted, yet
    Grasping the emblems of my strength,
    Bow and spear, tight bound and spliced,
    Thonged, beaded, and bedecked.

    I feel my centre low;
    Steel in my guts and feet rooted to the earth,
    I am connected to all beings now
    And dance the universal dance.

    I reach back in time, to
    Primitive man whose leathered feet
    Trod the very earth I now tread.
    These sacred rocks support our fragile soles.

    We are of one spirit, he and I.
    Just for now I too am free
    from the yoke of my civilisation,
    Open to forces my mind cannot grasp.

    The wild calls me, and
    I respond as if to a lover
    For whom I yearn without and within.
    A wisdom only now revealed.
    native american