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Nature
He questions whether nature is a mirror or a force beyond human reflection.
- Signals
- 33
- First seen
- 2006
- Last seen
- 2026
- Span
- 21 years
MUSE.md / synthesis
What the thread reveals
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The theme of nature is woven throughout the archive, with posts like A Modern Shiva Poem (2013) and A Poem to Yeshe Tsogyal (2014) using natural imagery to convey spiritual concepts. Earlier posts, such as All Sound is Prayer (2007) and All The Colors of the Rainbow (2007), demonstrate a sense of wonder and appreciation for the natural world, with the author finding prayer in the sounds of birds and beauty in the changing colors of the sky. Over time, the thread of nature in the archive evolves to incorporate more poetic and symbolic language, as seen in Dragonfly Magic (2009) and I Am Breath (2009), which suggest a deepening connection between the author's inner world and the outer natural world.
// chronological trace
The thread through time
33 posts across 12 active years, oldest to newest.
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2006 1 signal -
2007 5 signals - The Garden, the gardener and me. I followed the path along the twisting way. Grasses and moss grew up between the loose pebbles on the path, people do not use this path anymore and slowly natur... →
- All Sound is Prayer I tried to convince my son this weekend that all sound is prayer. We were listening to birds chirping and singing on Sunday morning and he asked if I knew what ... →
- Nothing Makes Us Happy This spring we have been given more rain in my city than anyone would have expected. Everything is lush and green. Lawns are thick and strong, flowers are bloom... →
- All The Colors of the Rainbow A few days ago I left my house, driving to work, and the world was full of bright sunshine and blue skies. Before I had driven a mile I was looking at a solid g... →
- The Trial of Jyoti: Part 1 He sat there, watching the judge for what seemed like an eternity. He could feel the minutes slipping away, minutes that would never come back again. The defend... →
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2008 2 signals - For Love of Darkness Let drop the anchor pull in the sails damp the lantern this night is done for me Darkness, wicked lover of lonely souls, caresses me I sleep upon the waves of i... →
- The River of Thoughts Where the river starts there is a calm pool, a green valley, and snow-capped mountains h... →
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2009 2 signals - I Am Breath I am breathing I am within I am sitting, softly upon the earth I am eyes closed I am breathing I am expansive and listening I am not alone I am together I am wi... →
- Dragonfly Magic A true story. It was late afternoon, and clouds had been building from the northwest all day. The heat from the Oklahoma plains had pushed the clouds high earli... →
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2010 4 signals - Eternally Old, Shared Among To look into the blue diamond to wander through the fields of gold to smile at the moon and see her smile back To listen to the birds of paradise to speak with ... →
- Snowy Dream The snow made a comforting sound beneath the horse's hooves as we made our way along the tree line. The trees were cedars, and being heavy with snow I could not... →
- To Breathe A Tree I sat against the trunk of the ages old tree and closed my eyes. I was tired of walking in this forest of melody and mist, I needed a rest, I needed food, I nee... →
- Into Into the darkness Candle lit, incense filled rooms Chant Into the light Wind dances in the trees Tall grass waves as pretty as any ocean Into ... →
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2011 3 signals - The Tree, A Cloud and Rains The tree spoke to the single cloud passing high overhead. "Come down, make rain for us all," he said in a voice as aged as the night. The cloud passed quietly b... →
- Tree, Mountain, Valley and Cloud Tree stood upon the summit of Mountain for untold eons, watching Valley below bloom to life every spring and return to a peaceful sleep winter after winter. Tre... →
- Sunday, Bright and Shiny Sunday afternoon, north wind blowing the wind chimes in rhythmic procession and my mind is lost upon the humming sounds that fill the air. I can see my three cr... →
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2012 2 signals - The Cave and the Sadhu The cave sits just above the treeline on the southern face of a rather unassuming mountain. Standing in the mouth of the cave the Sadhu can see a vast green jun... →
- Odin Time Time moves differently for a god, or sometimes, not at all. Standing among the mountain tops, high in the northern peaks of Asgard, the clouds and rolling thund... →
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2013 2 signals - Your Advocate The trees are singing to you, listen. A blooming flower is more worthy of our gaze than all the stars in the sky. Dig your bare feet into the earth. Feel the gr... →
- A Modern Shiva Poem [caption id="attachment_739" align="alignright" width="300"] Lord Shiva, in meditation.[/caption] Namaste to He who is the speaker and the listener Namaste to H... →
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2014 3 signals - The Master (A Twitter Story) The old master sat deep inside of the crystal cave before a low fire. He chanted his mantra, absentmindedly flipping the beads of his mala. The cave began to hu... →
- A Poem to Yeshe Tsogyal She is the raging storm, I am the dew on the grass. She is the sun itself, I am the reflection from the prayer bowl. She is the ocean and I am lost on her waves... →
- Green Tara [caption id="attachment_903" align="alignright" width="239"] Green Tara[/caption] She is the skies and I am the bird, She is the seas, and I the fish, She is th... →
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2015 3 signals - For Her I have been lost amongst the stars I have been lost among the stars I have wandered from light to light I have searched for the right I have walked upon the sho... →
- My Morning Meditation I have been asked a few times if I have a morning meditation, and if so, would I share it. I do, and I will. Imagine that you are standing alone on a warm mount... →
- The Magician's Quandary I am more than a magician. Well, more than what the commoner would call a magician. I am not wearing a pointed hat with stars and the moon adorning it. There is... →
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2016 1 signal -
2026 5 signals - The Weight of Lawful Orders →
- The Shade Was Good An old man shares his willow's shade with a tall stranger in a green coat, and finds himself speaking a name he has not said aloud in many years. →
- The Willow and the River A willow-keeper of the Irish wells meets a Naga-kin walking from water to water — two ancient guardians from very different traditions recognizing each other across a pub table in Connemara. →
- The Demonization of the Daimon How the early Church reclassified the daimon — the attending spirits of place and person — as demons, severing a living relationship with the world, and why that speaking is quietly returning, one threshold at a time. →
- The Kiss at the Spring A myth I told to Claude over my phone, line by line, the way I used to tell tales to my children. A grandmother kisses the dying spring, and is no more, and is here still. →