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“The Power Of Obscurity II” 2022
#obscurity#hands#long hair#entangled#muse#petra hermanova#trees#hair#as above so bellow#we are nature#overgrown#not from this world#witch
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you are made of the same elements as nature, resilience is in your dna. take your time in the dirt and through the rainstorms, so that you can bloom fully and properly. it is all part of the process. -SL
#high thoughts#resilience#nature#elements#nature is life#we are nature#earth#consciousness#existence is magic#magic#life#text post
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found these while exploring my camera roll and i just think they're neat
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I am Groot!
#trees and forests#human fingerprints#we are nature#spiritualguidance#spiritualawakening#witchyvibes#witchythings#wicca#art#quotes#poetry#love#spiritual kiss
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Mentally if you believe you have enough money now in the present moment. In the future present moment (20 years from now) you will always have enough. Just give thanks. 🙏
Namaste
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We will always return to nature
#hippie#bohemian#freedom#peaceandlove#naturechildren#we are nature#we are the universe#all is conected#cosmos
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A cry for nature
There is a nostalgia in me that is not mine. How can it be when I have never worshipped the Sun? When I have never danced in the full moon? When I have no name for the plants around me? This longing is embedded in my DNA. And it has been waiting. Waiting for me, for us to remember that we are nature.
I seem to find myself in a unfamiliar world. One that hurts my eyes with screens, hurts my ears with screeches and hurts my soul with pollution. A world that worships the new Gods of economy, materialism and individualism.
False Gods that bring no joy, no peace - only work and hollow aches for someone else’s life. I ache for the old ways, long forgotten by me. For I am the same as everyone else, I have too forgotten. I am disconnected in a world so connected. Alone in a world over spilling with people.
Each of us long for people to reach inside and see us. Someone to fully understand and know us. And yet we never know how to reach into each other. Who are your neighbours? What is the name of the postman? Do you even have a local shop?
Community is dead. We have been separated and I fear on purpose. By a system that wants us alone and powerless, so it can use us. Grind us down for every pence are atoms are worth. You are not a person, you are potential profit.
And so we are too busy. We are too busy working, that we have forgotten we are alive. Wasting away behind screens, behind closed doors while the old Gods call from outside.
Am I the only one that hears their call?
Remember us.
Come to us.
Help us.
And even I do not go. I think we are all trapped inside the machine of society. Trapped into making the economy grow. Trapped into wanting that new dress or that new TV. Yet my eyes are open and tears spill, for I am sad.
As I cook, I am sad as I wash up the plastic waste that I hopefully put into the recycling and pray to some unknown being that it is in fact recycled. I am sad as I walk up the street and pollution spills into my lungs. I am sad about the litter, about the sewage, about the condition we kept farm animals. For when it hurt nature, it hurts me.
And what good are my tears for my Old Gods? They need my hands and my brain. They need all our hands. But what use our hands when we have lost so much knowledge. I could not survive without the system that pains me. A system that has destroyed so much nature. I once was nature.
But I am no longer native to my own lands. My hands do not know the soil and my eyes do not know the plants. And the land is cut up and divided. None of it ours.
The life I long for I cannot have. It does not exist and maybe it never did. Nostalgia is dangerous. Longing for a forgotten life is another trap. This is the world and these are my cards.
Time washes us forward, and I cannot not resist. And so I must ask myself. What can I do? What good can I do?
#prose poetry#nature#enviornment#enviroment art#pollution#anti capitalist#capitalism#save nature#we are nature#the attack on nature
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I find it so fascinating that we can find parts of ourselves in nature🫁
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Some squash bees sleeping in my lemon cucumber flowers 😍
#save the bees#nature#bees#native plants#native bees#we are nature#save native bees#native#cucumbers#gardening#garden#ecology#art#sleeping bees#flowers#urban habitat#urban conservation#solarpunk
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Old Mossy Well
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Old mossy wells hold so many stories…
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#a walk in nature#beautiful nature photos#I love nature#nature addict#nature images#nature is our home#nature only#nature picture#nature pictures#original photography#photo blog#photo lovers#photography#photos#we are nature
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MY DNA RESULTS CAME BACK
Just as I suspected,
my great great grandfather
was a monarch butterfly.
Much of who I am is still
wriggling under a stone.
I am part larva, but
part hummingbird too.
There is dinosaur tar in
my bone marrow.
My golden hair sprang out
of a meadow in Palestine.
Genghis Khan is my fourth cousin,
but I didn't get his dimples.
My loins are loaded with
banyan seeds from Sri Lanka,
but I descended from Ravanna,
not Ram.
My uncle is a mastodon.
There are traces of white people
in my saliva.
3.7 billion years ago I swirled
in hydrogen dust,
dreaming of a planet overgrown
with lingams and yonis.
More recently, say 60,000 B.C.
I walked on hairy paws
across a land bridge
joining Sweden to Botswana.
I am the bastard of the sun and moon.
I can no longer hide my heritage of
raindrops and cougar scat.
My mud was molded with your grandmother's tears.
I was the brother
who marched you to the sea
and sold you.
I was the merchant from Savannah
and the cargo of blackness.
I was the chain.
Admit it, you have wings,
vast and crystal,
like mine, like mine.
You have sweat, dark and salty,
like mine, like mine.
You have secrets silently
singing in your blood,
like mine, like mine.
Don't pretend that earth
is not one family.
Don't pretend we never hung
from the same branch.
Don't pretend we do not ripen
on each other's breath.
Don't pretend we didn't
come here to forgive.
-Poem "Ancestry" by Fred LaMotte-
Painting by: Lobsang Melendez Ahuanari
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We are nature. Becoming one with nature is just becoming one with yourself.
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zany to me how these um actually nihilists like to pretend that "um actually love/friendship/cooperation/kindness isn't real bc we evolved that way to benefit ourselves as a species..." um YES? that's also where tool use comes from? that's where cooking comes from? am i supposed to think social bonds & tool use & cooking aren't "real" because they evolved over time instead of appearing fully formed from the ether?
sorry u can't enjoy things. im a superior being twirling a fork in my bowl of delicious noodles whilst staring in adoration at the world
#'love isn't real it's a chemical reaction'#hon i got news for u about chemical reactions and the nature of existence#'we evolved social bonds to benefit ourselves' so you agree?#you agree that social bonds are helpful and important enough that they literally shaped the history of human evolution?#i do not think u are saying. what u think u are saying.
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just notice how our veins look like lightning bolts. nature is us and we are nature. our existence is intertwined and unable to be seperated. oh how i just love the human body.
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