SUNDAY WISDOM
To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. Most persons do not see the sun. At least they have a very superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and heart of the child.
–Ralph Waldo Emerson
January 5th, 2009 at 6:37 pm
Living in a world with a cluttered mind,
Hopeful of the hopeless to travle back in time,
To pick the fruit from off the vine,
That which we hold divine,
Hearing the sound of civilized man,
Horns that are honking,
A rock and roll band,
But seldom is heard,
Or spoken in word,
Waves that are breaking,
On pristine clean sand.
We stand in the city to gaze,
At flickering neon and white lights ablaze,
While up on a hill,
In natures cold chill,
The light of the universe,
Beams through the haze.
Deoderant and perfume wafts up above,
It fits to the nose like a hand in a glove,
Still there smells that we miss,
Like that of a flower,
Or fogs gentle mist,
And sweet salt air by the sun it is kissed.
Warmth by boxes of central air,
Blown by noisy dryers of hair,
Whilst not far away from there,
Warm summer winds are not being spared,
Cold air conditioning cannot be compared.
Cool mountain water can always be shared.
Take an inventory if what all this means,
To listen,
To smell,
To feel,
And believe.
Never forget when you come to believe,
The time that it took,
The growth of a tree.
When it get’s tough and almost insane,
Leave all the cars the busses the trains,
Go to the green,
The cool mountain stream,
Follow the wind,
And sunlight that beams.
And in the past of history’s day,
You might be able to say,
I have made my way,
And visited nature today.
Be well all,
January 6th, 2009 at 7:52 am
CRC, thanks for sharing your Sunday Wisdom. And Brodda, wow, you’re a poet & road scholar. Thanks Brodda!
January 6th, 2009 at 3:45 pm
The rite of Inipi utilizes all the Powers of the universe: earth and the things that grow from the earth, water, fire, and air.
As the sweat forms from the pores of the skin of man. It slowly cleanse the soul.
Inipi slowly draws you into the womb for a spiritual rebirth . In this sacred space, all present with the consciousness of the advent of new life.
So what do you think is your animal totem Barn?
Beautiful poem, had to read it twice and than twice again.
January 6th, 2009 at 5:05 pm
It’s more, I know my Spirit Guide. It was revealed to me in an Inipi Ceremony that I learned of them.
I had a dream once where there was an Eagle (Wambli Gleshka) trying to kill some Geese for dinner, and I was there and wanted a feather from Wambli, so I reached out and pulled a couple of feathers from his tail. Needless to say He lost his dinner and a goose was spared.
We had a Wichasha Wican come to Inipi here once and I told the story of the dream, and all of a sudden all these geese were outside the lodge just a squaking away. Before the door was opened, the Medicine Man told me that the Maga Oyate (Geese People) gave me a gift, and when the door was opened, there were all the alter tobbacco ties sitting right in front of me rather that being up over the Grandfathers Pit.
My Spirit Guides are the Maga Oyate. They keep me safe the same way I kept them safe.
Love your way Anna,
Be well
January 8th, 2009 at 7:55 am
What did Emerson mean by “when we see the sun it is only superficial”? Do we not recognize the true power of the sun on a dailt basis?
January 8th, 2009 at 6:32 pm
Hi Jeff, and happy new year. Happy new year to CRC, Barn, Anna and everyone who reads my response to Jeff.
Jeff, I wish I could answer your question. I will say that life and some people have a way of turning one’s eyes into stones. So when my stones look up towards the wild blue, I see a green spot. Whereas an innocent child will see every color of the rainbow.
Surf’s up, Brodda?
Peace out,
January 8th, 2009 at 6:48 pm
You bet Brodda! 30 footers! TY!
January 8th, 2009 at 8:56 pm
You’re very welcome my brodda!
Catch ya on the next wave!!
January 9th, 2009 at 10:38 am
Apollo, the Sun god, brings life-giving heat and light to Earth.
As patron god of musicians and poets, he carries a lyre and his symbol represents the “egg of creation”.
And this whole time, I thought the sun was just a ball of gas that warmed the earth with sunlight which gave Mother Nature her power.
When I was a young girl, I was told not to look directly at the sun because it would burn my eyes. Of course, I peeked at the sun very quickly while I waited for the morning bus for school and all I saw was a very white bright light and I didn’t go blind.
January 9th, 2009 at 11:06 am
The best time to look at the sun is at sunset. The beautiful colors of the sky are amazing while they blend one into the other. God must be an artist with a palette that can not be compare with anyone here on earth. No camera, painting or photo can compete with the naked eye as it look at the splender of God’s creation.
January 9th, 2009 at 11:30 am
“Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.”
January 9th, 2009 at 2:57 pm
So, are you a big child at heart? Best wishes for a happy new year to everyone.
January 9th, 2009 at 3:11 pm
I love your Sunday Wisdom, gets me to think…
January 9th, 2009 at 3:17 pm
And yes, I am a big child that still dreams and you should too.
January 19th, 2009 at 10:19 pm
Yes. I am a Man Boy.