In the eyes of the owl I hear the thunder of storms half a world away.
In the whisper of her feathers I hear the volcanic eruptions throughout the Universe and across the earth.
In her talons she grasps the branch of a tree that is entwined with soil thousands of years old, it’s limbs reaching for the stars hanging in the darkened skies. Two beings linked by a mutual essence. Both imbued by the richness of spirit flowing through all existence, a cosmic connection of sacredness.
The song of the Universe is sung by the sacred nations of all beings. The finned, the winged, the four legged, they who slither, the brilliant stars, the thunderous rivers and the majestic mountains all sing as one voice, one sublime choir burning with the ancient cosmic fire of becoming.
Standing in Nature in silence one can hear the voice of spirit speaking without words, without tongues, through birdsong, leaves gently rustled by the wind provoking intense musing and the ocean, seeking our heed, lapping lazily upon the shore. This is where we belong, where we came from and where we shall return.
The great mystery of spirit unfolds all about us.
A song being sung by an exploding star or a flowers petal opening to the warming rays of sunshine.
A crickets chirp is an ode to the spirit dwelling within, connecting to all about it with intent and intimacy.
A Universe so profound we recognize in the stars our own being, for they are our sacred siblings. Visual whispers from times past, present and pregnant with future promise.
The winds, creating and destroying, bringing new life whilst cleansing the old in the cyclical dance that never ceases. That which expires to become again one with the spirit, to live again in an eternal pool of divine energy.
The Universe performs a play of potentiality, each act something new and sublime, dancing tirelessly to the cosmic flourishing.
Every creature, every stream, rock and cloud alive with the potent fire of the Spirit Force, the energy of evolution, the manifestation of spirit, our inheritance, our existence and our legacy.
By Brendon Crook
Panthevita
Panthevita 