The Universe is a Green Dragon

Posted on March 29, 2011

5134iIWJZ4L._SY344_BO1,204,203,200_We are currently reading The Universe is a Green Dragon which has helped us gain perspective on the human species and the uniqueness of planet Earth in its relation to the Universe. This is science we’re talking about, not “just” cosmology. Imagine that our place and our right-relation to this planet we get to be on is as Caregivers to one of the Universe’s most unique endeavors, a planet that is creating unique forms of life in all the Universe. Why would we not make that our top priority? To fully participate in gratitude and awe for what is a unique opportunity to learn from and encourage the natural abundance of an Earth that can continue to unfold exquisitely if we only find our right-relation to ourselves, each other, all species and the planet. Why would we destroy or extract from or rearrange the Earth and it’s species in the name of anything let alone in the name of a completely human-made relatively new system called “money” which has no relation to the biology and unique existence of this planet? Ridiculous, really. Let us reward and encourage and foster those that are encouraging and fostering the natural fecundity and splendor of our planet!

We wish we could quote the whole book, but here’s one quote:
“Youth: Oceans seem so ordinary.
“Thomas: Yes, they do, but that only reflects the ordinariness of our minds. When we take the whole universe as our fundamental frame of reference, we begin to appreciate the cosmic significance of running water. Only by establishing ourselves within the unfolding cosmos as a whole can we begin to discover the meaning and significance of ordinary things.

“Earth was a cauldron of chemical and elemental creativity, fashioning ever more complex forms and combinations until life burst forth in the oceans and spread across the continents, covering the entire planet. This creativity advanced until flowers bloomed on every continent, then advanced further until the vision of the flowers and all beauty could be deeply felt and appreciated. We are the latest, and most recent, the youngest extravagance of this stupendously creative Earth.”

Thanks, Grace

Posted on February 13, 2011

The way the red sun surrenders
It’s wholeness to curving ocean
Bit by bit. The way curving ocean
Gives birth to the birth of stars
In the growing darkness
Wearing everything in its path
To cosmic smoothness .
The impulse of stones rolling
Towards their own roundness.
The unexpected comets of flying fish. And, Forest, Great-Breathing-Spirit,
Rooting to the very end
For the Life of this planet.

Grace Nichols

Feeling wiggly?

Posted on December 15, 2010

Juggling Fire and Water

Posted on November 4, 2010

Michael Rauner Juggles Fire on All Hallow’s Eve on Ocean Beach

Film by Robert Wyald


Posted on October 13, 2010

When it starts to rain, you should open the window. -Robin Honan

The value of a sacred thing

Posted on October 9, 2010

The value of a profane thing lies in what it usefully does. The value of a sacred thing lies in what it is. -W. H. Auden

Black Elk

Posted on August 26, 2010

The Black Elk stands there
and says without saying
I am

Taking Us Places

Posted on August 25, 2010

The Loss of Life through the Ages
Of all of Those that were taking Us Places

Summer Solstice approaches again

Posted on June 16, 2010

No named directions

Posted on May 29, 2010

There are no named directions
Just the names themselves
The earth rotates and orbits around the sun
North, West, East, South
What are these in another language?
In another language they don’t exist
We are where we are
In Movement
In Relation
In Space
In Moment

Being With

Posted on May 23, 2010

Not looking at
Being with
Being inside of
We are nothing less

Don’t Take This as Casual

Posted on May 6, 2010

The words from my mouth are beating on the drum of your ear, so don’t take this as casual. –Etheridge Knight


Posted on April 15, 2010

Adapted and performed by Jeffrey Alphonsus Mooney
written by Leonard Cohen

Film by Robert Wyald featuring the photos of many artists, Plants,
Trees, Sunlight, Love, Birdsong, and a 3-string Banjo

Forget your Perfect Offering
Ring the Bells that still can Ring
There are Cracks in Everything
That’s how the Light gets in

-Jeffrey Alphonsus Mooney
via Leonard Cohen


Posted on April 12, 2010

Nothing in Nature appears spontaneously. Everything is a transformation of something else. According to Tantra, the essence of mineral is transformed by plants into sap which is then consumed by animals and humans as food. In the body of animals and humans, sap transforms into plasma, flesh, bone, nerves, semen, and blood. Thus all things in Nature are different forms of the same essence. -from The Book of Kali by Seema Mohanty

A Long Pause

Posted on April 12, 2010

A long pause
Yet activity abounds
A long stillness
Yet movement around
Yet multitudinous sounds

I Love You

Posted on March 24, 2010

By Irma Gogyashvili from her 1001 I Love Yous series

I Love You

Posted on March 24, 2010

By Irma Gogyashvili from her 1001 I Love Yous series

Every Day You Play

Posted on March 23, 2010

Every Day You Play
by Pablo Neruda

Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes taking away butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

I Love You

Posted on March 22, 2010

By Irma Gogyashvili from her 1001 I Love Yous series

from Auguries of Innocence

Posted on March 21, 2010

from Auguries of Innocence
by William Blake

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour

Spring by Pablo Neruda

Posted on March 21, 2010

by Pablo Neruda

The bird has come
to bring light to birth.
From every trill of his,
water is born.

And between water and light which unwind the air,
now the spring is inaugurated,
now the seed is aware of its own growing;
the root takes shape in the corolla,
at last the eyelids of the pollen open.

All this accomplished by a simple bird
from his perch on a green branch.

Hold Everything Dear

Posted on March 20, 2010

Hope you are enjoying the Vernal Equinox…

Hold Everything Dear
for John Berger
by Gareth Evans

as the brick of the afternoon stores the rose heat of the journey

as the rose buds a green room to breathe
and blossoms like the wind

as the thinning birches whisper their silver stories of the wind to the urgent
in the trucks

as the leaves of the hedge store the light
that the moment thought it had lost

as the nest of her wrist beats like the chest of a wren in the turning air

as the chorus of the earth find their eyes in the sky
and unwrap them to each other in the teeming dark

hold everything dear

the calligraphy of birds across the morning
the million hands of the axe, the soft hand of the earth
one step ahead of time
the broken teeth of tribes and their long place

steppe-scattered and together

clay’s small, surviving handle, the near ghost of a jug
carrying itself towards us through the soil

the pledge of offered arms, the single sheet that is our common walking
the map of the palm held
in a knot

but given as a torch

hold everything dear

the paths they make towards us and how far we open towards them

the justice of a grass that unravels palaces but shelters the songs of the searching

the vessel that names the waves, the jug of this life, as it fills with the days
as it sinks to become what it loves

memory that grows into a shape the tree always knew as a seed

the words
the bread

the child who reaches for the truths beyond the door

the yearning to begin again together
animals keen inside the parliament of the world

the people in the room the people in the street the people

hold everything dear

I Love You

Posted on March 20, 2010

By Irma Gogyashvili from her 1001 I Love Yous series


Posted on March 17, 2010

Drawing by Sarah Jones

I Love You

Posted on March 16, 2010

By Irma Gogyashvili from her 1001 I Love Yous series

I Love You

Posted on March 15, 2010

By Irma Gogyashvili from her 1001 I Love Yous series

Daddio by Kimberly Dawn

Posted on March 11, 2010

Song, music, and performance by Kimberly Dawn
Video by Robert Wyald featuring the Drawings of Children, Trees,
Moss, Leaves, Ferns, Air, Soil, Nerve Endings and Beginnings, and a Ukulele

I Love You

Posted on March 10, 2010

By Irma Gogyashvili from her 1001 I Love Yous series

I Love You

Posted on March 9, 2010

By Irma Gogyashvili from her 1001 I Love Yous series

I Love You

Posted on March 8, 2010

By Irma Gogyashvili from her 1001 I Love Yous series