Musings of a Shaman
A void of grating scales,
seeps electrifying purple fumes.
Tiamat’s crimson blood drips Iike jewels of Gaia.
The sound, all that is, the sound – rushing, echoing like stars both born and dead.
by Daniel McIlvenny-Cox | Dec 22, 2015 | issue28 | 0
A void of grating scales,
seeps electrifying purple fumes.
Tiamat’s crimson blood drips Iike jewels of Gaia.
The sound, all that is, the sound – rushing, echoing like stars both born and dead.
by Marija Makeska | Mar 21, 2014 | issue24 | 0
Six thousand summers,
Oh beautiful woman
Six thousand summers old!
Six thousand times you have grown crops
by Roslyne Sophia Breillat | Jun 23, 2013 | Issue 23 Cover Image | 0
She has many names in many tribes and many cultures, she is One and yet she is within all. In Australian Indigenous tribes she is Kuturu, heart, spirit of the Earth. In Incan mythology, Pachamama. In Northern Native American cultures, Maka Ina, Mother Earth. Her blades of grass seek the Sun’s warmth through narrow cracks in the cold hard world of concrete. Her tiny birds sing their sweet songs in the filthy gutters and gloomy alleys of elegant society. She flowers, she blooms, she flows, she grows, her vines entwined beneath spreading piles of stinking rubble and polluted chemical skies.
Read Moreby Annelinde Metzner | Dec 21, 2012 | Issue22 | 0
This fire blazes, crying “I will defend You!”
My mother, Earth, I will defend you
when greed fouls your waters with black oil,
when ignorance and pride leak radiation into your soil,
by Dr Rev Karen Tate | Mar 17, 2008 | issue6 | 0
In the last few months the world was reminded once again how the arrogance of humankind is destroying families, communities and Mother Earth.
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