The spring season’s warmth illuminates our days and softens our nights. The first butterflies flutter around and the birds that were gone are heard again singing the beloved work of preparing nests for the little ones that sleep within them.
– Thoughts & poems
MESSAGES FROM THE SOUL
None of us are perfect. But if we are persistent and acknowledge our imperfections without judgement, we can transform them. But then we often realize that the goal was not as important as the path to get there.
DIAPORAMA ON WINTER
Here’s a beautiful photo galerie done by Andre-Guy Robert on Shamanic Chant from my CD – CHANTS IN THE NATIVE AMERICAN TRADITION Enjoy!
AN ETERNEL MORNING
Morning rises on the sea of cloud free awareness. As it awaits the sun all of nature quivers silently in infinite peace. Like beads between the fingers of a monk, like water around the rocks of a stream moments of infinity go by, one by one. Dreams of the night fray like clouds in a wind of light.
A MISTY MORNING IN NOVEMBRE – poem
Soft fog of early morning flowing over the gentle hills
White horses flow into the mist like sirens of the earth
The sun slowly rises yet remains behind the clouds while the blue sky tries to leak through, shyly showing itself here and there through the vast horizon
Thus, the truth will finally begin to be seen, despite the ceaseless, anxious activities of man
A morning with the Soul of the world
Peace is … Light comes… in this great world of incomparable beauty, with blissfulness bestowed on me, I walk, breathe, contemplate, I feel overwhelmed with intense joy and the impulse to give, help and create … Read more
Mistful morning
In the dark, mysterious magical morning, the mist rises from the soil in large, slow careful curls… the air is filled with water scents… the world, in dreamsome numbness, ignores the greyish light starting in … Read more
First Sunday of May
The light of dawn fills the sky with bird songs! The songs are contemplative, not yet the joyful songs of the days’ activities. Everything is very quiet and clean after the drizzle that fell during … Read more
Moments of grace
This morning, before dawn, I was out working. The earth was frozen. I spent a long time tending the land. When it was nice and warm again in the sun, around 8, after my work, … Read more
Man and the Divine
“The relationship of Man with the Divine is not the result of imposed teachings but the direct experience of the Great Mystery at special sacred places. Nothing can compare with the living moment, of communion … Read more