I died as stone, and rose
again as plant.
I died as plant, and became
an animal.
I died as animal, and was born a man.
Why should I fear?
When was I less by dying?
Yet once more shall I die as man,
to soar with the angels.
But even from angelhood,
I must pass on.
For all is change,
except the face of God.
Rumi
again as plant.
I died as plant, and became
an animal.
I died as animal, and was born a man.
Why should I fear?
When was I less by dying?
Yet once more shall I die as man,
to soar with the angels.
But even from angelhood,
I must pass on.
For all is change,
except the face of God.
Rumi
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We're here because were here.
My review of Auld Lang Syne, the New Year's Eve song, accompanying a winter walk through the woods. This is an excerpt from my book The Anthropocene Reviewed.
I did this once before in 2020, and may make it a tradition of sorts. Happy New Year. May it be…
I did this once before in 2020, and may make it a tradition of sorts. Happy New Year. May it be…
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSrqC_angdc
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
Emily
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
Emily
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