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2014.08.19 18:00 - healthy wealthy rotting log
The Guardian for this meeting was Eos Amaterasu. The comments are by Eos Amaterasu.
Eos Amaterasu: Virtuality within virtuality!
Eos Amaterasu: the rotting log gives up its materials to more of itself, to more of life
Eos Amaterasu: oddly enough, could be a symbol of wealth :-)
Eos Amaterasu: highest perfect circulation
Eos Amaterasu: thrivability sustainability
Eos Amaterasu: (that was a bow in the direction of Windhorse Farm)
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by David Wagoner, from Collected Poems 1956-1976
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. you must let it find you.
Yesterday I met a deer. We both stood still, in protecting forest envelop.