Butterflyweaver: Dance of the Sacred Flame
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- Author: MarasVeil
Tags: dance flame Gurdjieff Lechner sacred Tsabropouplos
The sacred flame burgeoning within the treesburies its potentialdeep within the silent veinsuntil the One voice comes toset it freeThere is a dancer therein the woodwho feels the pulse hidden in the darknessIt matches that of her heartas she pulls her own powerdeep into the core of her beingshielding it from the falling snowThere is a hidden meeting of firehere in the seemingly lifelesslandscapetoo pure to be touchedtoo ancient to be knownA tiny bud wrests its promisefrom the barkA sign of hope in bleak mid-winterThis poem is dedicated to my oldest friend, sister and mentor Lady Branwen - Virgo Potens and Sacred Dancer.It was she who taught me to see with the eyes of the Cronethrough the darkness of winter to gather its treasures beneath my cloak. It was she who opened my ears to the music of the heartbeat of the trees and the sweet song of the hope of the seeds nestling in the dark earth awaiting the call of the first breath of spring. She has returned to the wood... at last.Music: G.I. Gurdjieff - Woman's Prayer - Lechner/TsabropoulosI have always been enchanted by the gifts that each season brings. When a person can learn to discover these treasures by living in accordance with nature's rhythms, new worlds unfold and reveal pathways unimagined. There is another time... not captured by time pieces nor is the night truly whooshed away by the illusion of electric lighting. The body knows this as does the heart and mind.Each season carries its own magic... it reveals its own mysteries. I love the deep winter with its severity and bleakness. Not, mind you, because I am given to melancholy undertones, but it is in this stark landscape that hope is most visible. When I walk in the garden among the low trees and see, beyond all expectation in the dour greyness of the surroundings, that the tiniest buds - so fragile as though a small gust of wind would set them adrift - have appeared... my heart is filled with a beautiful hope which is akin to a dance. The first gentle greens of early spring are a feast for my soul. The majesty of high spring with all of its manifold colors does not hold the dignified eloquence of those tender green shades among the dead leaves.This little poem appeared in my mind a couple of days ago as I contemplated these things as I often do in winter. Blessings to all.Photos: 1.Collette2.-7.&9.Philippe Sainte-Laudy 8.unknown 10.DppDk
G. I . BLUES ------- ELVIS PRESLEY
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- Author: snapshotofharlech
Tags: army blues elvis king presley
music/ g.i. blues elvis presley
KHANTEST! 360? PS3? Wii? To the VICTOR goes the spoils!
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- Rating: 3.00 (2 ratings)
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- Author: Khanohre
Tags: awesome brothers contest dogs dude funny game GI girl JOE kissed liked music pokemon random ridiculous subscribers video
This is essentially a random video with a contest thrown into the middle of it. Voice your opinion! I wanna know what people think! I will do a webcomic about the winners favourite game / game system.
G.I.Joey* - Kick you Out
- Length: 3:25
- Rating: 4.67 (6 ratings)
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- Author: smashgun
Tags: alternativo G.I.Joey G.I.Joey* independente music rock world
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