Orchidelirium Anew — Organikos

Burnt tip orchids. At least 10 vanished from a national nature reserve at Mount Caburn, East Sussex. Photograph: Katewarn Images/Alamy Susan Orlean brought orchidelirium to our attention in 1999, shining a light on how and why these flowers inspire lots of good, and plenty of bad behavior. Orchids have been abundant in our pages over the […]

Orchidelirium Anew — Organikos

Yes America we do have WILD horses, but not likely for much longer — Straight from the Horse’s Heart

By Stacie-Lee Sherwood “Millions of people live on the East Coast but have no idea our wild horses exist and how they need urgent help to survive…” Growing up on the east coast I knew we had horses, lots and lots of horses. None of these were wild free roaming, but they were everywhere. We […]

Yes America we do have WILD horses, but not likely for much longer — Straight from the Horse’s Heart

Mists of stone

Mists of stone

Clear in the arc of light,

Artic light, enduring

Mystery

Through the dark,

Years of dark.

Buried, the lost bones

Of history,

Dark,

Along with the ghostly groans

Of the dragon.

A snow

Flake falls.

The wind calls,

Yet

The stones live on

And remember

The heart

Of the earth,

The cart-

Wheel tracks that run their way

Into the sea,

Of Malta, gray.

The walking before dawn

In the majestic winter

When the ice floe

Shimmered under

The dancing fairies of the moon,

To find the sacred stones

Of the path that went along, some time ago.

Now lost in the delirium

Of the modern world,

Gone

Awry from the start,

Let it leave soon,

Quickly

To betray

The song of the mountain roses

That the stones may rise to an echoing drum.

Stones of mist,

Quiet

The whispering fir trees of the forest,

The breath of God in the air, curled

In the smoke of the lost fires.

The eon closes.

From the eternity of being

There arises

The swan who sails softly

In long, snow-

Winged flight,

Over the hills

In the wild mists of dawn,

Spires,

Free at last in the lost rain that spills

Through the mist

Of the singing mountains.

Dragons awake

To drifting skies.

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© Copyright Sharon St Joan, 2022, text and photo

Kamakshi’s Light

forest during dawn
Photo by Anton Atanasov on Pexels.com

In a meandering land of mystic moons,

At the waystation

Between the worlds – unremembered, translucent,

Walking, not yet understanding,

Beyond the shifting sand dunes.

At the crossroads by the river

Of fish glimmering, shimmering,

In a sliver of moonlight

Waits a boat of mist,

In a time that is no

Time,

In a place that is no place,

We walk before the dawn

In a land of gentle grace,

In a land of mist and stars.

As we climb a tilted rise,

There ahead a mountain looms alone,

Home of fir trees, of summer’s moss,

And winter’s cold,

Of crystal stone,

Eclipsed in silver wings of snow

Of thrice-weathered rocks,

Of beings old

Older than the earth – from long before,

Of grandfathers that go along on a bent cane,

In the time that never was – sure-footed, wise,

Beyond a fog-inducing year

Of history

Come unpinned,

In a land that will wait,

Just past the wooden post of the gate,

There, where an angel’s footstep shone

On the dark

Valley floor – benevolent,

And be waiting, for the dawn that breaks,

Transcendent,

For the golden eagles to lift into the clear sun,

Once more,

Into the deep blue,

To fly,

To cry,

To lift their sky-

Engulfing intent

In awakening days

Of lakes

And the white, waving wildflowers,

The rose-enchanted nettles,

That sing songs of ancient power

In the cool wind

Anew

Where Kamakshi,

The black, opalescent one, ringed in every mystery,

She who is mother of the forest,

Of springing deer

And sparkling fawn,

Of flocks of horned lark,

Of the long-billed curlew

Who tiptoes across

The water’s edge then turns to glance

Again at the light-calling pinion jays,

While Kamakshi gathers up her winged petals

Of joy

Anew,

Now to dance

In the bright-

Singing rain.

© Copyright, Sharon St Joan, 2022

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Will More Forests Cool The Planet Fast Enough? — Organikos

Thanks to Fred Pearce, who we normally link to at Yale e360, for The Forest Forecast, an article in the current issue of Science magazine: Climate change could lead to a net expansion of global forests. But will a more forested world actually be cooler? These are strange times for the Indigenous Nenets reindeer herders of […]

Will More Forests Cool The Planet Fast Enough? — Organikos

Learning To Appreciate Wasps — Organikos

Wasps are one of the least appreciated creatures on the planet, but we have always suspected they deserve some respect. We just never investigated why that might be the case. So, our thanks to the Guardian for bringing this book to our attention in an article titled Why we should all love wasps: Wasps have […]

Learning To Appreciate Wasps — Organikos