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Elegy to a burning Amazon


Be a witness:

We see you as your rain forest burns
ancient green lungs erupting into flame
we hear your anguished cries
the same ones mass media ignore
we will give a voice to the voiceless

We will be a witness

Greed and eco terrorism rule
trade deals and wealthy landowners
deal in secret handshakes and dirty money
genocide ecocide sabotage corruption and lies
human impact fuels the flames

We will be a witness

This holy green cathedral burns
sacred land and sentient beings fall
billions promised for bricks and mortar
the hypocrisy of government and religion
trying to blind us to the truth

We will be a witness

We each need to look within
reassess our individual greed
reassess our individual need
make change and take account
all living beings equal

We will be a witness

No fear only love
no violence only action
no longer blind we see
we choose to rise
in gentler ways

Our children will bear witness


~ Earthschool Harmony












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#FridayFantasy . . . Just touching that old tree was truly moving to me




“Just touching that old tree was truly moving to me
because when you touch these trees, 
you have such a sense of the passage of time,
of history. It’s like you’re touching the essence, 
the very substance of life.”

Kim Novak










Artist James Browne
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/










Rhythms of the Night!




Crickets Singing.

In the warm evenings in the Fall of the year
The song of the crickets one always does hear
‘Tis the time of year when they do copulate
The dark male in song he does woo his dark mate.

From their homes in the walls they do venture out
And in search of a mate they go on hop about
From nightfall to daybreak they sing all night long
The voices of the crickets you cannot get wrong.

My wonder of Nature only seems to grow
So little about them I can claim to know
They sing out for love in the warm nights of the Fall
When they venture out from their homes in the wall

In shady dark places or in the moonlight
They sing out for love in the still of the night
Until the birds chirp in the gray of daybreak
The songs of the crickets one cannot mistake. 

by Francis Duggan










Artist Fritz Baumgarten
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/










…YOU…speak…to me….




……..YOU….
…….speak…….
…….to me….

…..in so many……
……different……
………ways……










Text & image source: Whispers https://www.facebook.com/Whispers-108030962700575/










High recognitions . . . . all of the Earth’s inhabitants liked silence,




“In those days, all of the Earth’s inhabitants liked silence,
no matter to which race they belonged. Because only when
absolute silence existed around them could they hear the
voices of the ‘other ones’, the invisible ones, who spoke to
their souls, and taught them.”

– Roselis von Sass)
The author draws inspiration from “The Grail Message” 
(In The Light of Truth) by Abdrushin











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