“Our Earth relies on balance…”

“Our Earth relies on balance in which every being has a role to play and exists only through the existence of another being, a subtle, fragile harmony that is easily shattered.”

~Quote from the movie “HOME”

 

The stunning Mongolian singer and artist Byambajargal Gombodorj, whose song opens the movie and sets the mood for the entire movie…she is amazing… Here is an excerpt and amazing highlight of the movie, the link shared in the link prior to this for the movie “HOME”

 

Just finished watching this. I’m a bit sad to say I had not seen it before. How many of you have seen it already? If not, I highly recommend it to you. It’s been 5 years since this move has been released…. what has changed? ‘HOME’

 

Also check out https://www.facebook.com/sanctuaryasiapage and like… ❤ to all.

Blessings and love to you all. ❤

 

Moro

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“Witch”

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Beautiful and sad…

 

Beautiful and sad as those that can hear but refuse to listen. Beautiful and sad as the life of a flower in the wilderness that can cure the aching soul but no one cares that it is there.

“Witch”

“She sees faeries

And talks to her herb garden.
And everyone laughs.

She feels colors,
And says there is magic in the moon.
And everyone laughs.

She never hurts anyone
And loves her oak tree like a child.
And everyone laughs.

She always helps a stranger
And the neighborhood strays adore her
And everyone laughs.

She sits and cries
And mumbles to the shadows,
And no one cares.

Once her hair was long and bright,
Now it is a matted mess
And no one cares.

She used to dance among the trees,
Now she can’t find them
And no one cares.

Dreams of magic fill her days;
Magic she can almost touch.
And no one cares.

The day she died her herbs did, too.
And her oak tree bowed its limbs.
A single candle burned in her window
With naught there but the cats.
And no one understands…”

by- Morgan Stardancer

http://blessedbe.sugarbane.com/poetry.htm

 

Moro

This fantastic artwork is titled ‘ Sleeping Beauty’ by artist:  kimsol @ http://kimsol.deviantart.com/art/Sleeping-Beauty-385074952

 

Today the sunset offered…

 

 

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Today the sunset offered a bright blue sky painted with gentle, flowing, soft clouds. When I looked up, I it felt like I could see eternity if I looked long enough and hard enough. The wind blew cool and clean against me. My husband and I walked through the neighborhood and I repeatedly looked back onto the forest covered ridge that runs parallel to our main road. Between us and them, there was picturesque, open fields and a sense of purity in all things. My spirit felt so free in this beautiful country. We walked into a local EU football field and there we found the bright green grass perfectly maintained, like from a painting, yet no one was there. Standing upon what looked like a green tapestried spring mound, overlooking the field was a tree, which we promptly and with out ceremony sat under, both watching and hearing the wind bristling and moving the leaves and branches. Looking around, the tender, carefully cut grass was covered in daisies… daisies I remember from my childhood. Perfect little things that spread their petals wide, inviting the sun and all that would walk by, “Look at me!”. I did. I picked one, thanking the earth and knowing how hard that plant had worked to make that one tiny daisy and twirled it in my fingers. Before I knew it, I was remembering my children when they were so young and how good life was then. I remembered why I loved being a pantheist and pagan. I remember rediscovering the world through their eyes and how beautiful and epic every small thing was. “Look at this rock mommy!” and I would and we would talk about it.

It was a very good day today.

Love, light and Blessings to you all.

Moro

ARANYANI: Indian/Hindu Goddess of the Forest…

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ARANYANI: Indian/Hindu Goddess of the Forest…

“…Forests have always been central to Indian civilization. It represented the feminine principle in prakrti. In the Hindu pantheon, forests have been worshiped as Goddess Aranyani, the Goddess of the Forests and Animals that dwell within them. Forests are the primary source of life and fertility. The forest as a community has been viewed as a model for societal and civilizational evolution.

The Indian civilization was guided by the diversity, harmony and self-sustaining nature of the forest. Aranya means forest. The Aranyakas form the third part of the Vedas. They were developed by the hermits, living in the forests. They reflect an explicit transition in the philosophy of life of man. So ‘Aranya Samskriti’ the culture of the forest was not a condition of primitiveness but one of conscious choice. Indian culture considers the forest as the highest form of cultural evolution.

As a source of life nature was venerated as sacred and human evolution was measured in terms of man’s capacity to merge with her rhythms and patterns intellectually, emotionally and spiritually. The forest thus nurtured an ecological civilization in the most fundamental sense of harmony with nature. Such knowledge that came from participation in the life of the forest was the substance not just of Aranyakas or forest texts, but also the everyday beliefs of tribal and peasant society.

The forest as the highest expression of the earth’s fertility and productivity is symbolised in yet another form as the Earth Mother, as Vana Durga or Tree Goddess. In Bengal she is associated with Avasthhaor or Banbibi, the lady of the forest. In Comilla, Bangla Desh, she is Bamani, in Assam she is Rupeswari. In folk and tribal cultures especially, trees and forests are also worshiped as Vana Devatas or forest deities. In the Southern Indian states, the concept of Vana Devatas means forest spirits.” (1)

“Aranyani has the distinction of having one of the most descriptive hymns in the Rigveda dedicated to her, in which she is described as being elusive, fond of quiet glades in the jungle, and fearless of remote places. In the hymn, the supplicant entreats her to explain how she wanders so far from the fringe of civilization without becoming afraid or lonely. She wears anklets with bells, and though seldom seen, she can be heard by the tinkling of her anklets.[1] She is also described as a dancer. Her ability to feed both man and animals though she ’tills no lands’ is what the supplicant finds most marvelous. The hymn is repeated in Taittiriya Brahmana and interpreted by the commentator of that work.[2]

Aranyani bears resemblance to later day forest deities like Bonobibi in Bengal and Vana Durga. Her worship has declined in modern day Hinduism, and it is rare to find a temple dedicated to Aranyani.” (2)

 

“The hymn of Aranyani:

Rig Veda, Book 10, Hymn 146:

HYMN CXLVI. Aranyani.

1. GODDESS of wild and forest who seemest to vanish from the sight.
How is it that thou seekest not the village? Art thou not afraid?
2 What time the grasshopper replies and swells the shrill cicala’s voice,
Seeming to sound with tinkling bells, the Lady of the Wood exults.
3 And, yonder, cattle seem to graze, what seems a dwelling-place appears:
Or else at eve the Lady of the Forest seems to free the wains.
4 Here one is calling to his cow, another there hath felled a tree:
At eve the dweller in the wood fancies that somebody hath screamed.
5 The Goddess never slays, unless some murderous enemy approach.
Man eats of savoury fruit and then takes, even as he wills, his rest.
6 Now have I praised the Forest Queen, sweet-scented, redolent of balm,
The Mother of all sylvan things, who tills not but hath stores of food.(3)

(translated in late nineteenth century by Ralph Griffiths)

 

(1) http://vedicgoddess.weebly.com/3/post/2012/09/another-great-post-by-yogi-ananda-saraswathi-devi-aranyani.html; Author: Yogi Ananda Saraswathi on 09/10/2012

(2) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aranyani

(3)  http://www.allbeliefs.com/archive/index.php/t-5913.html (forum, poster: bhuvana-mohan dasa  07-29-2008, 04:18 PM)

 

Moro

(I did not write this article in any way. I simply enjoy sharing pearls of wisdom and beauty from different sources into one source for many to enjoy. If inspired to from there, go to the original sources to discover more!)

 

Art source: http://hindugodsandgoddesses.weebly.com/aranyani.html No title or artist/link is listed

 

“The Withering Of The Boughs’

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Would any alternative religious and spiritual form of media ever be complete without something from the amazing occultist and poet William Butler Yeats? I think not. ❤

 

“The Withering Of The Boughs’Written by: William Butler Yeats

“I cried when the moon was mutmuring to the birds:
‘Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will,
I long for your merry and tender and pitiful words,
For the roads are unending, and there is no place to my mind.’
The honey-pale moon lay low on the sleepy hill,
And I fell asleep upon lonely Echtge of streams.
No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind;
The boughs have withered because I have told them my, dreams.

I know of the leafy paths that the witches take
Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool,
And their secret smile, out of the depths of the lake;
I know where a dim moon drifts, where the Danaan kind
Wind and unwind their dances when the light grows cool
On the island lawns, their feet where the pale foam gleams.
No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind;
The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams.

I know of the sleepy country, where swans fly round
Coupled with golden chains, and sing as they fly.
A king and a queen are wandering there, and the sound
Has made them so happy and hopeless, so deaf and so blind
With wisdom, they wander till all the years have gone by;
I know, and the curlew and peewit on Echtge of streams.
No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind;
The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams.”

Moro

Art title: ‘Bewitched’ by artist: MistRaven @ http://mistraven.deviantart.com/art/Bewitched-129904936

‘If you don’t know the trees…”

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‘If you don’t know the trees you may be lost in the forest, but if you don’t know the stories you may be lost in life.’

—Siberian Elder

Moro

Art title: ‘Story telling’ by derrickSong @ http://derricksong.deviantart.com/…/Story-telling..