where shall we get religion?
beneath the open sky, the sphere of crystal silence surcharged with deity
the midnight earth sends incence up, sweet with the breath of prayer
go out beneath the naked light and get religion there
sam walter foss
~rise & root~
well now, i meant to post about what i found at
the hermitage a few days ago...
i expect some of you have been there already...
have you?
did you find it exciting?
i tell you i nearly fell of my chair from excitement.
rima writes...
For some time I have wanted to make an image with which to start a quiet revolution on the backs of service station toilet doors, on the billboards behind carparks, over the screens of insidious train-journey advertising
In deep hatred for the feeling I get when I am forced to enter motorway service station cafes, shopping malls or toilets, I wanted to rail against all that is bland and homogeneous and commercial and life-suckingly chrome-and-concrete and spreading un-refuted like a disease across our land
do you not get a shiver of excitement from reading the words 'quiet revolution'?
a few times i have blogged about my dis-satisfaction about our world and how the soul has been leeched from it in so many ways and rima has expressed oh-so perfectly what so many of us have been thinking for a long time.
are you going to join this beautiful, quiet revolution?
bland and homogeneous and commercial and life-suckingly chrome-and-concrete
Song of Amergin
I am a stag of seven tines,
I am a flood across a plain,
I am a wind on a deep lake,
I am a tear the sun lets fall,
I am a hawk above the cliff,
I am a thorn beneath the nail,
I am a wonder among flowers,
I am a wizard: who but I
sets the cool head aflame with smoke?
I am a spear that roars for blood,
I am a salmon in a pool,
I am a lure from paradise,
I am a hill where poets walk,
I am a boar, ruthless and red,
I am a breaker threatening doom,
I am a tide that drags to death,
I am an infant: who but I
peeps from the unhewn dolmen arch?
I am the womb of every holt,
I am the blaze on every hill,
I am the queen of every hive,
I am the shield for every head,
I am the tomb of every hope.
All things share the same breath~the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
Chief Seattle
The beauty of the trees,the softness of the air,the fragrance of the grass,speaks to me.
The summit of the mountain,the thunder of the sky,the rhythm of the sea,speaks to me.
The strength of the fire,the taste of salmon,the trail of the sun,and the life that never goes away,they speak to me.
And my heart soars."
Chief Dan George
3 comments:
Isn't it fantastic. I have also downloaded it and I am going to print a couple of T Shirts (as Rima suggested). What a clever woman :)
Hope you are OK? Health and Happiness to you and yours for 2012. Blessings
Julie x
I have to say, the relief i felt to see something so incredibly positive to help this planet and try and turn our world around brought tears to my eyes....i shall be printing out a load and leaving them on tables in coffee shops, in toilets, on benches, train stations and anywhere else these are needed....
Pixie x
Count me in ! I have already turned my back on that type of world, but now I am ready to look back over my shoulder and donate useful comments to those who want to follow that ' quiet revolution '.
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