Deep Green Resistance Sleeping in the Forest by Mary Oliver I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better. Image: a fragment of the piece entitled Guide, by Vasiliy Mushyk, Ukraine. The Woodland style, in the influence of Norval Morrisseau, Anishnaabe artist who taught non-natives. deepgreenresistance.org
Posted on: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 13:19:45 +0000
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