Category Archives: nature

improv in the ancient Italian valley

cool the rising hate-wave

“There is no time to lose. The Mother Earth, Her heavens, and Her water kingdoms are in great peril and suffering grievously. The hate wave from the collective ego is increasing at an alarming rate, and threatens to suffocate all sweetness and beauty in the three worlds. You must set out at once. Everything depends upon the success of your mission!”
(from page 42 of “Oakee Doakee and the Hate Wave” 2008 by Sir Ed Word)

http://SirEdWord.com

hate wave

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any chance of going back?

any chance of going back?

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elegant power

elegant power!

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Spring has finally SPRUNG!

The Amost Amazing Flying Carpenter

Ganesha revisited

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My wife, perhaps a little bit like the great Goddess of old, spends her peaceful days and nights breathing life into simple clay.

Here we are sharing some of that Sweetness.

May the Earth forever smile in Her abundant Innocence.

 

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http://www.brigittesaugstad.com/html/werke2engl.html

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The Rising Son

One night along the road of life
Just as the burden of my strife
Became a load too hard to bear
There came a boon to ease my care.

It came to me upon a dream
When the pressing darkness seemed
To severe my last grasp on hope,
Leaving me in doubt to grope.

This boon appeared as a white dove
Shining light from far above,
But as it flew to where I lay
I saw only a hill of clay.

As I watched this smooth round mound
I heard a sweet and soothing sound,
And as my mood slowly improved
The living mound began to move.

A child’s body, clothed in flowers,
Radiating super powers,
Grew as if through divine charms,
With two stout legs and four strong arms.

Then to my rising surprise
There appeared two smiling eyes
And, dignified and radiant,
The head of a young elephant.

Now feeling light and filled with joy
I asked this handsome ele-boy,
“What has brought You down to Earth
With Your gifts of love and mirth?”

At first He simply read my soul
Until His gaze had made me whole.
And then He stirred and, playfully,
Crossed His legs and spoke to me:

“I have not come down to you.
If you move your point of view
You will see I’m always here,
In each heart that’s true and clear.”

Then, just as my senses cleared,
All around me I could hear
That healing angelic sound
That rose up richly from the ground.

Soon it filled my every cell
From a deep eternal well.
Finally I was at home
In the bright, primordial Om.

“Wow! How could I’ve been so near
But never feel Your Presence here?”
I asked, ecstatic by the Force
That now flowed from endless Source.

As this cool, enlightening Breeze
Dissolved my fears and doubts with ease,
I looked up and noticed that
My new Friend had donned a hat …

No, not hat, a shimmering crown,
Which shone its light now all around —
And I saw that He now grew
Making every being new.

As He expanded like a cloud
I felt proud to be allowed
To see His great magnificence
Fill the world with innocence.

Tears of gratitude I cried,
As I stood and faced the skies.
If we could all just look within
We would never fall again.

~E.E. Saugstad 2011

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welcome to our little oasis!

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