Faint rumblings in the air, the sun still shines, while my guitar gently weeps; while suited men organize their next round of profit taking, and huricanes destroy our certainties, flood waters bring down mounds of mud, and still they deny climate change, while myh guitar gently weeps, passions run over into orgies of war and…
The rhythms carry me forth, lilting even breaking, but still I stand.
why resist actions of zero expense & massive impact
Originally posted on Purplerays:
? ? ? “Our hands imbibe like roots so I place them on what is beautiful in this world. And I fold them in prayer and they draw from the heavens light.” ~ Francis of Assisi ? ? ? ? ? Text & image source: Earthschool Harmony https://www.facebook.com/SpiritualQuotesandSoulfood/
listening to the sounds of the night, through the hum of my computer, I can feel the moon shining down preparing us for a hot day in this rainy time. While all sleep, deap in the dream of an end to the drought, soft rains falling on greening lands, hands reaching out for hands, filtering…
Mountains ghost into icy rain; roads become rivers in an instance, hail dances in the water, freezing, we celebrate our fortune.
Originally posted on The Müscleheaded Blog:
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