We have a beautiful mother
Her hills are buffaloes; Her buffaloes hills.
We have a beautiful mother
Her oceans are wombs; Her wombs oceans.
We have a beautiful mother
Her teeth the white stones at the edge of the water;
The summer grasses her plentiful hair.
We have a beautiful mother
Her green lap immense
Her brown embrace eternal
Her blue body everything we know.
~Alice Walker
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I am Wind on Sea,
I am Ocean-wave,
I am Roar of Sea,
I am Stag of Seven Tines,
I am a Hawk on a Cliff,
I am shining tear of the Sun,
I am Fairest among Herbs,
I am Boar for Boldness,
I am Salmon in Pool,
I am a Lake on a Plain,
I am a Hill of Poetry,
I am a Word of Skill,
I am the Point of a Weapon
(that pours forth combat),
I am God who fashions Fire for a Head.
Who knows the secrets of the
Unhewn Dolmen?
Who (but I) announces the Ages of the Moon?
Who (but I) know the place where falleth
the Sunset?
Who calls the Cattle from the House of Tethra?
On whom do the cattle of Tethra smile?
Who is the troop, the god who fashions edges
in a fortress of gangrene?
(I am) a Song on a Spear,
an Enchantments of Wind.
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We are the Earth.
The Earth are We.
Original;
Am gaeth i m-muir,
Am tond trethan,
Am fuaim mara,
Am dam secht ndirend,
Am séig i n-aill,
Am dér gréne,
Am cain lubai,
Am torc ar gail,
Am he i l-lind,
Am loch i m-maig,
Am brí a ndai,
Am bri danae,
Am bri i fodb fras feochtu,Am dé delbas do chind codnu,
Coiche nod gleith clochur slébe?Cia on co tagair aesa éscai?
Cia du i l-laig fuiniud gréne?
Cia beir buar o thig tethrach?
Cia buar tethrach tibi?
Cia dám, cia dé delbas faebru a ndind ailsiu?
Cáinte im gai, cainte gaithe.
Image: Scottish Highlands
by Nancy Lankston
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher…
…Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.
~William Wordsworth
“The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.”
~Rabindranath Tagore
#Life
#Joy
“Joy is everywhere; it is in the earth’s green covering of grass: in the blue serenity of the sky: in the reckless exuberance of spring: in the severe abstinence of grey winter. . .
Joy is there everywhere.”
~Rabindranath Tagore
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Image: Snow blanketing a mountain forest
by Nancy Lankston
The same stream of life
that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world
and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy
through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass and breaks into
tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked
in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death
in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious
by the touch of this world of life
and my joy is from the life-throb of ages
dancing in my blood this moment.
~ Rabindranath Tagore
Happy birthday, Sacred Earth Tribe
3 years old this week!
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We are dedicated to helping people to reconnect, honor and love
our beautiful Earth Mama.
The first tiny flowers have appeared here in the foothills of the Rockies. Spring has sprung!