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Tag: Ganesha Mantra to African Drums
Gentle Ganesha Stomp
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
https://jennifernicholewells.com/2017/02/14/one-word-photo-challenge-elephant/#like-15119
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 |
Srisha Births a Nation~House of Ganesha
Srisha Births a Nation
Lyrisha
In the time of Before. Whorls. Whirls. A Looking Glass. Lyrisha stepped into the breech, squatted down and birthed Pangaea. Beholding her child she cut the umbilical cord, flung the afterbirth to the sky and she proclaimed I am the Seed Giving Mother. Melanated being swirling, twirling, whirling dervishes in Praise to the Most High!
SiStar Luna has blessed us with a full Blood Moon. A Conjuring time has settled in. Cleansing, purifying, Blood Season.
Re-absorption has begun. A Virgin gathers thorns.
Click — Click — Click
I welcome SiSta Luna and drink in her Essence. Then I became Moon Goddess cast into MoonLit Silver bars. Shadows creep from beyond the hedges. Minerva anointed Mother Earth Scared Scented Oils undulated through germinated Blossoms.
Moonbeams eek through nectar blooms washes over land sweetened with adjoining rivers, brooks, lakes, oceans, seas subsumed across the Universe. Who is she who sliced the reeds. Behold a predator lurks among the bulrushes. Pierced by a shaft of solar eclipse he goes to dust. Taken in by Gaia to be resurrected flora. Who bigged your belly so soft, moist and round? Nudes in the sand grain upon grain. Assembling Diana rides the Night breezes. I was only a voyeur to dust and sand.
You are a silent movie in a sea of captivated cacophony. A Paradox? A Life? Palindrome. Symbiosis.
Fecundity of the forest is our temple Goddess in a Land kisst by Solaria. Arcadian rhythms beat out season-less suns.
Tendersea breathe deeply.
House of Ganesha Zen Garden Created and Photographed by DeBorah Ann Palmer.
http://hinduism.about.com/od/lordganesha/a/ganesha.htm
http://www.lotussculpture.com/ganesh1.html
Ganesha Mantra to African Drums
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 