“All things by immortal power Near or far, Hiddenly To each other linkèd are, That thou canst not stir a flower Without troubling of a star.” From ‘The mistress of vision’ by Francis Thompson.
A Prayer To Nature Sleep and dream mama Sleep and dream beautiful dreams, Dream of unity for your children Dream that your womb is so fertile And the sea in your breast so clear That seafood and food Grow in abundance everywhere. Sleep and dream mama Sleep and dream beautiful dreams, Dream that peace Covers us all Dream that seas and rivers spit out On shores and banks All of these dirts, That the air cleans itself For us to breathe pure air. Sleep and dream mama Sleep and dream beautiful dreams, Dream that paradise Is a place on Earth Dream that your soldiers sleep In their cradle of leaves Talking to you in their sleep Helping love blossom in all hearts That we heal from these deep wounds. It’s still 4 o'clock, full daylight You’ve wake up too soon, mama Night hasn’t come yet Night hasn't come yet The dark creature still sleeps, So why are you awake? Why are you soaring above? With your eye so widely opened, Sleep, for you’ll be too tired When this night finally comes. It’s way too soon, oh way too soon So sleep again, and dream mama Sleep and dream beautiful dreams And that our songs lull you to sleep And perhaps, it will follow you too And sleep by your side in stillness, Sleep and dream mama Sleep and dream beautiful dreams. And when you’ll finally awake In the strangest of night The ground will need resowing. -Eiravel-
On April 22 we celebrated Earth day, which I think is an important day on our calendar, because Earth is the only home that we have. We can’t take the risk of jeopardising our little corner of paradise more than we have, that’s true, we need to learn to live more harmoniously with Earth and everything it contains… but I also think that our planet lives, too, that it is an intelligent entity that can protect and defend and purge itself from detritus and parasites and excesses… thus this little narrative poetry in the form of a prayer to this deity in whose belly we live, giving to it a Wiccan vibe.