When he died All the Elephants gathered at Human House Home. Outside in the red dusky hard clay dirt she beat the ground crying, sobbing, wailing, pouring out her heart in sorrow and grief. Her tears watered each newly formed altar as two more babes were planted within Gaia’s womb.
Each pachyderm delivered a gentle caress with tender trunks lullabying her to sleepscapes. Once bidden by Hypnos and Somnos their nimble trunks carefully placed pillow thatch with moss green bed under her ambient sailing form.
Forming a protective circle swaying tender Tuskers began their slow strange dance.
Gentle Ganesha Stomp.
Gentle Ganesha Stomp.
DeBorah Ann Palmer
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One Word Photo Challenge: Elephant
Part III: People, Places & Things
If you want to share a literal image of the actual word, do that. But if you’d rather play with word association, post something that reminds you of the specific word, or something you use the word for, do so. It only has to make sense to you. Have fun and keep on photographing!
This week’s word is Elephant!
Ganesha Mantra to African Drums
‘No Man is an Island’No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as any manner of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. Olde English Version No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Manor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee. MEDITATION XVII Devotions upon Emergent Occasions John Donne |
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 
That last line always gets to me. Thanks for this, DeBorah.
You’re Welcome!
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