Everyone must see this now and not ten years later. An early early early ear will hear Earth whistling a vanishing music that isnt thick like concrete but thinking like cricket or linking molecules arranged by the deepest muses. No one can be bored the next thirty years...if they stop what they are doing for 27 minutes every day and watch a world in prayer, mediating messages and revealing layers if wonders we have barely begun to celebrate. As we move from Big Imperial Engineering, and the imagination that goes with that, toward the miracle millimeters that build Billions of liters of living waters, we will see our sight compounded and blessed with a fresh sense of what we are HERE to learn from the genius teachers that surround us everywhere. Think a Bison is a dead history letter and we miss that it was not destined to be depleted; it was shot to starve another species, ourselves of another color, care and courtship with the Spirit...but in pointing backward, the point forward would be widely missed...the bison herds were, could be again what they were: an act of kindness. Yes, a kindness given to the land they served and thrived on; each step that native ungulate took gave kindness to the place its foot rendered a bit more able to build soil well, soil that lifted gifts to that ungulates lips in response to it; as if, no, as, as it was in fact the case that every step that heavy beast produced expressed a prayer for its place.
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 06:54:40 +0000
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