Brave & Startling Truth – Maya Angelou

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I was inspired to create this image by Maya  Angelou’s poem below. The digital art piece has a wilderness area as its base, a stone circle overlay and a standing stone overlaid on both images.
It’s a reminder of the world we inherited, for which we are caretakers and which we leave as our heritage to succeeding generations. The standing stones remind us that we are not separate from the past, the energies of those who went before us still imbue the Earth with their energy, just as we will imbue the Earth with our energy once we return to the Spirit world from which we came.
It’s also a reminder to honour the devic energies of Mother Earth to ensure we dance in harmony with the nature spirits who are an integral part of our planet’s energy spiral of life and renewal.

Brave And Startling Truth

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth
And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

***

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divinesWhen we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

~ Maya Angelou ~

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Poinciana Passion

poinciana-1 poincianaMy husband wandered off this morning to watch two silos being dismantled on the other side of the paddock beside our apartment (he used to be in the construction industry and loves watching how construction takes place here in North Cyprus compared with practices back in Australia).

He brought me back a flower from a poinciana tree close to here and I tried two background versions – one on white paper, one on dark brown wood.

Poincianas always remind me of Queensland, Australia, as we never saw them in Western Australia, the climate was too dry. But after we’d moved to Queensland in 1994 and were travelling in the train from Ipswich to Brisbane in the spring, we’d see bright blotches of trees on the way in, ranging from deep red to orange.

We found out these were poincianas and, when we finally bought a home halfway up a mountain, we’d look out on the vista below and see the bright red/orange blobs of colour when the poincianas were blooming. They are fairly low growing but have a large canopy which looks absolutely wonderful when the tree is in flower.

Here’s a pic of a tree in bloom:

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Song of the Universe

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A Suspended Blue Ocean
 
The sky
Is a suspended blue ocean.
The stars are the fish
That swim.
 
The planets are the white whales
I sometimes hitch a ride on,
 
And the sun and all light
Have forever fused themselves
 
Into my heart and upon
My skin.
 
There is only one rule
On this Wild Playground,
 
For every sign Hafiz has ever seen
Reads the same.
 
They all say,
 
“Have fun, my dear; my dear, have fun,
In the Beloved’s Divine
Game,
 
O, in the Beloved’s
Wonderful Game.”
 
~ Hafiz ~
 
 
 
(The Subject Tonight Is Love — versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)

Let the Children Play!

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THE WAY WINGS SHOULD
 
What will
our children do in the morning?
Will they wake with their hearts wanting to play,
the way wings
should?
 
Will they have dreamed the needed flights and gathered
the strength from the planets that all men and women need to balance
the wonderful charms of
the earth
 
so that her power and beauty does not make us forget our own?
 
I know all about the ways of the heart – how it wants to be alive.
 
Love so needs to love
that it will endure almost anything, even abuse,
just to flicker for a moment.  But the sky’s mouth is kind,
its song will never hurt you, for I
sing those words.
 
What will our children do in the morning
if they do not see us
fly?
 

~ Rumi ~
 
 
(Love Poems From God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West by Daniel Ladinsky)