Beyond is our world: this is the threshold, how far mortals can trade.
Beyond is where we belong, we, who once lived and haunt these woods.
Beyond you can see us for who we are: the way humans were,
Before the Fall.
Gaia
Turning #writephoto
Yesterday… We walked in this valley, under the burning sun, hand in hand, believing in the eternal summer. Yesterday, perhaps, more than you, my love, I longed for Autumn, and the fall of leaves. Did I believe Time had stopped? Did I believe Earth was flat, after all?
Or was I inebriated, drunk in our love?
But now, Winter has come, silent, ineluctable: the hills are white with snow, our shoes leave no trace on the frozen ground. Nature has taken back what is hers, the air is cold, yesterday’s azure sky is now deep grey.
The light is out.
Caught #writephoto
The woods are asleep, all is immobile, and silent, under the searing heat. Well, not all. For the unforgiving eye is there, ensuring nothing escapes. For this is our fate: we have plundered and polluted our world, and, now, we will pay the price.
Conflagration #writephoto
We waited for the storm, the lightning, the thunder,
But it did not come, instead, the sky behind the hills
In one brief instant, was alight, as if the true God
Wanted to warn us: the glorious sunset reminded us
That we are nothing without Mother Earth.
#DailyPost: Climate Control #Fifty
Weather and people’s moods…
Sunlight brightens her soul, then she’s sweetness and grace.
Low clouds and signs of rain and her eyes go misty: away with her dreams, lost to us.
Thunder and high winds push her yet further away, in a corner of her kingdom inaccessible to mortals.
Gaia is her maiden name.
Image: John William Waterhouse, Flora.
Daily Prompt: New Internet Order
I know that, for most of you, its true origin is a mystery: but please believe me, the past is the past, and, today it no longer matters that much secrecy surrounded its creation: for, now, it is ours, as its creators would have wanted.
Yes: ours, it belongs to us, the humble, the creators, the genuine people. And it is up to us to turn it into what we want, what we all want, and it may be helpful to all of us to remind ourselves of what that is.
Like Gaia, Mother Earth, the Net is alive. Our spirits animate the Net the way the world’s rivers, oceans and forests keep Gaia alive. We are its life blood: our thoughts, the books we write, the pictures we take, the music we weave, our dreams, flow through those canals, ever changing, enchanted, for ever keeping our minds awake, attentive, loving.
There can be no formal government of it, but careful attention, respect for the skills and courage of its keepers, readiness to fight and keep it free and clear of greed and distortion: like Gaia it is our property and we will defend its freedom, our freedom. For its enslavement would be ours, and this we will not tolerate.
So, the mission is clear: what we have to do is to preserve it, as mankind’s instrument of tolerance, freedom and respect. We will keep it free of interference, free of spies, free of weaponry: it is the ultimate demilitarised frontier, where mankind expresses itself, away from censors, dictators and demagogues. We will protect its inhabitants, of all ages and aspirations. We will keep evil from its shores.
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Daily Prompt: Landscape
When you gaze out your window — real or figurative — do you see the forest first, or the trees?
I see the world reflected in your eyes
For what I see you have seen first
A long time before I was born ~
And now the colours are the colours you see
The shapes, the stones, the skies, the flowers
And the trees you have taught me to love
O Mother, Mistress of this world
Mother, lover, Gaia
Our Soul…
Image: František Vobecký- melancholický den (Melancholy Day) 1936
#FiveSentenceFiction: Time
He looked back at his footprints on the sand, soon the tide would erase his track, how beautiful this island was in the falling light, he thought.
The beach appeared empty, the only sounds the melody of the tide and the gulls’ s cries, and the wind.
His next thought was that he had failed: they do say that a time machine can’t work, against the laws of physics, the second law of thermodynamics, entropy, quantum energy…
A change in air pressure made him stop, his heart suddenly pounding, slowly he turned round…
She was there, standing tall, naked, her golden hair reflecting the moon light, the body of a goddess, a triumphant smile on her lips, a vision of splendour and divinity, her profile as ancient as the earth, Aphrodite…
