There is a force to trust amidst thundering torrents of life.
The wind moves it; the earth grounds it, and reverberates the mighty sound.
All living things can feel it; few humans receive it.
The pulse of earth and heaven are the same, and the mid place in between.
Artists of all sorts, seers and wise ones, heed calls to wake others.
Those unable to feel rudimentary sensation.
Artful messages are sent through powers of attraction and beauty.
Beauty today, pure and unadulterated, is stifled by a masquerade called progress.
Betrayal of heart, land and mind is a game of devious deception.
Human words, written, told or sung, are messengers akin to lyrics of wild birds.
Hope, faith and optimism whilst warning signs borne of assessment.
The wingspan to soar, the power to flap to fly, define a space called Midheaven.
The intersection of earth and air in complete synchronicity.
Heed the call the winds inform, the birds harken, and intuition intact bring.
The power of the natural world has, and will forever, reign supreme.
For the edge of death is scarily near.
Good, light and truth square domination of the dark, powerfully corrupt.
Manmade systems gone awry, designed for consumption, greed and excess.
This movement endeavors to silence the humming of the ages, and opposes the force of elemental nature.
To have glanced the other side of darkness, of death in human form, reveals a pinpoint light that is hope.
Dark tunnels revolve and resound at point; the everlasting gateway is true light and love.
Beauty is Queen.
King and Kingdom fall.
To have survived death in human form, to live again, and to truly see is a gift that has a purpose. That purpose is to serve all living things, the land, and powers I can’t honestly comprehend yet know deeply. Gifted to you dear reader, with lots of love and hope of what can be if we just try. As well, a personal dedication to Doug Tompkins for his work to inspire through beauty protection of wild places.