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August 2009 
in the forest of your Soul..
Posted on Apr 16th, 2008
by 
hrtScholar
hrtScholar
Eire in May
may the earth bless you
in the forest of your
soul...
may you anchor in the green of
interconnectedness and gratefully acknowledge,
you are never
alone
may holiness embrace you like a van gogh
Sun
and light the candles of
global consciousness..
may you breathe in the divine of Peace
and Harvest an
infinite love
for this One precious
moment....
om namo bhagavate vasudevaya
tess owens
warriorHeart
Lorenna McKennit The Mummers Dance
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Thank you Tess for your beautiful and inspiring post! It was the first I read after completing a photo essay about a cliff-hanging perspective on women's leadership. When I read your poem and listened to The Mummers' Dance it was like the universe was celebrating the attention we are giving to the earth and all her gifts.
with warmth and appreciation Terrill Welch
thank you for this beautiful prayer and blessings
thank you Terrill for visiting my blog, relating and connecting.. I bow to the divine that dwells in your Heart, …tess
And yes, Hummingbird, in the temple of the sacred landscapes of this earth, our beloved familiar, we are One. In revering our connection to the earth, we remember who we are and that “we belong to each other….”in gratitude, I bow, tess
This morning as I was reflecting and reading, and I thought again of your poem tess. I thought about Morning Poem by Mary Oliver. So I am sending it along to you…
many thanks Terrill:)
Terrill,thank you for your light and kindness..Mary Oliver's work resonates with me, as well. she captures the sacred in nature and communicates beautifully about our interconnectedness with the earth..Peace to you! in gratitude; I bow… tess
The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean–
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down–
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
aah yay!
the poetry will not stop
absolutely refuses to!
Yay! and did you know that in Eire if you are a writer, a poet, an artist, a creative type in the world, you actually get a TAX break! Revolutionary huh?:) ..To the sun in your tresses and keep writing and teaching and loving and praying and connecting and healing and creating and being Hummingbird… 2 love, Profound! tess
aah thank you precious love
… keep the poetry flowing