Self, World, Life, and Soul

When Life evolves to that place
Where Self and Life interface,
With Soul and World perceived as one,
Time and Being become as one.

This sacred matrimony, once in place,
Bequeathed, holds to its patterns and its pace.
Novel things break in to have their way,
Forsake such bliss for fancies of the day;

Wild oats of Ego fly at the face
Of downtrodden youth, still yearning for its grace.
Greed and lust run naked in the street,
Till Life confronts the Soul it has to meet.

Nature waits out these wars against her will;
The springs of Life, from tears, again refill.



Copyright 2001-2015  L. S. Heatherly

Oh, Come All Ye Earthful

On the First
Day of Winter,

And midst Our
Season's Glee,

Earth-life glows,
In our Human Tree.

She maps our life--
As it used to be.

We behold not,
What conquest is:

But, Her pure work --
Our conscience, still, free.


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Ancient Map, 1200 Years-old

"....a rock containing what is believed to be an ancient map
has emerged in the Mississippi River in southeast Missouri.
The rock contains etchings believed to be up to 1,200 years old.
It was not in the river a millennium ago, but the changing course of
the waterway now normally puts it under water — exposed only in
periods of extreme drought. Experts are wary of giving a specific
location out of fear that looters will take a chunk of the rock or
scribble graffiti on it.

"It appears to be a map of prehistoric Indian villages," said Steve
Dasovich, an anthropology professor at Lindenwood University in
St. Charles. "What's really fascinating is that it shows village sites
we don't yet know about."

                                 -- Jim Salter (AP) Yahoo News 12/22/12


L.S. Heatherly 2012 (poem)

Mother Nature Shows Up to Vote

A Deeper Calling, a Truer Vision:                    (photo: Rueters)                             
  
A Vote for Caring over Division


Mother Nature humbles through her hits,
Finds humanity above politics.

Brings together those we have chosen
To reassess to whom we are beholden

Wraps every human heart and soul
Around events of human pain she must unfold.

Mothers do affirm: we are better than
Our worldly thoughts, our party-partisans.

Higher, and deeper, than the civil world,
One heart and soul unfolds and unfurls,

Across one same Earth, shared home upon;
Born from marriage-joy of Earth with Sun.


Copyright 2012 L.S. Heatherly