January 12, 2020

Lord  of  the  Dance



Don Hynes

January 12, 2020


Big drop rain and gray skies

settle over the land,

cold air and wet ground

bringing rest to the earth

in the deep sleep of winter.

Guides inform me

during blanket weather

in the shape of crows

and bare branch trees,

telling a story

older than time.

Bear dreams in his cave,

salmon come to life

in upland creeks and rivers

as the Old Ones shape a future

under the January moon.

I hold fast in the rushing water

of time and familiar faces,

letting care be taken

before speaking a word,

bowing to the Lord of the dance

then entering the flow.



thank you Don!


http://donhynes.com/blog


January 05, 2020

The  Eternal  Presence





Alan  Hammond


This planet’s life I am,

Speaking through this little form into the realm of humankind.

Ho, little people who read these words,

Know ye not the One with whom ye speak?

I am He larger than any man,

Larger than all parts and capacities of everything upon this world,

For I am the One whose body this earth is,

This planet’s life I am.


Before man was, I am.

In every moment, everyplace,

Through the days and settlements of man,

I was.

Present was I in human form,

Witness of every event, both so-called mighty

And those completely unrecorded, unremembered, now unknown.

No human thought, or feeling, aspiration, sorrow,

No plan or action, whether large or small, was made outside My presence,

For I experienced all.

Before man was, I am.

When man is gone, I am.





This word, now uttered through this form,

Will pass anon.

Posterity does not need immortal words

For I shall speak what's necessary then.

But in this present moment of My experience

I utter words of love and life and joy.

This is a wondrous time, a wondrous place;

But on time move, all outer clothing changes 

And I shall be present loving, living, thrilling

Then, as now.

If any read these words I spake,

Remember you wrote them then

As now you read!

For we are one, eternally.


This planet's life, I am.




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from


The Bhagavad Gita — The Song Celestial


O Thou Divinest One!

If this can be, if I may bear the sight,

Make Thyself visible, Lord of all prayer!

Show me Thy very Self, the Eternal God!





Gaze, then, thou Son of Pritha!

I manifest for thee

Those hundred thousand thousand shapes

that clothe my Mystery:

I show thee all my semblances,

infinite, rich, divine,

My changeful hues, my countless forms.

See! in this face of mine,

Wonders unnumbered, revealed to none save thee.


Behold! this is the Universe! —

Look! what is live and dead

I gather all in one — in Me!

Gaze, as thy lips have said,

On God Eternal, Very God!

See Me! see what thou prayest!





Thou canst not! — nor, with human eyes,

Arjuna! ever mayest!

Therefore I give thee sense divine.

Have other eyes, new light!

And, look! This is My glory,

unveiled to mortal sight!




“This planet's life, I am.”