Earth teach me stillness
as the grasses are stilled with light.
Earth teach me suffering
as old stones suffer with memory.
Earth teach me humility
as blossoms are humble with beginning.
Earth teach me caring
as the mother who secures her young.
Earth teach me courage
as the tree which stands alone.
Earth teach me limitations
as the ant which crawls on the ground.
Earth teach me freedom
as the eagle which soars in the sky.
Earth teach me resignation
as the leaves which die in the fall.
Earth teach me regeneration
as the seed which rises in the spring.
Earth teach me to forget myself
as melted snow forgets its life.
Earth teach me to remember kindness
as dry fields weep with rain.
-Ute
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hello lovelies!....I am back...but not in a big way...feeling a bit enervated from the 'doings' of the last 2 weeks or so, and well, my mind and heart almost feel as if they are incubating...something...
so, I am just going with the low key level of energy I am feeling, and adopting a go-with-the flow attitude towards it...but I recieved this poem in my inbox today, via the blog of one Pixie Campbell, a mixed media artist whose work I have recently found and well, check her out and see for yourself...she is a fellow traveler on the artistic and spiritual plane for sure...
Happy New Year to you all!
Tell me, do you do anything special to 'mark' the years' turning?
A poem for the new year.....
Earth teach me stillness
as the grasses are stilled with light.
Earth teach me suffering
as old stones suffer with memory.
Earth teach me humility
as blossoms are humble with beginning.
Earth teach me caring
as the mother who secures her young.
Earth teach me courage
as the tree which stands alone.
Earth teach me limitations
as the ant which crawls on the ground.
Earth teach me freedom
as the eagle which soars in the sky.
Earth teach me resignation
as the leaves which die in the fall.
Earth teach me regeneration
as the seed which rises in the spring.
Earth teach me to forget myself
as melted snow forgets its life.
Earth teach me to remember kindness
as dry fields weep with rain.
-Ute
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hello lovelies!....I am back...but not in a big way...feeling a bit enervated from the 'doings' of the last 2 weeks or so, and well, my mind and heart almost feel as if they are incubating...something...
so, I am just going with the low key level of energy I am feeling, and adopting a go-with-the flow attitude towards it...but I recieved this poem in my inbox today, via the blog of one Pixie Campbell, a mixed media artist whose work I have recently found and well, check her out and see for yourself...she is a fellow traveler on the artistic and spiritual plane for sure...
Happy New Year to you all!
Tell me, do you do anything special to 'mark' the years' turning?