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Originally posted on Raxa Collective:
The last time we mentioned him, it was upon discovering a new (to us) resource and today we realize we had not yet taken the opportunity to highlight this book which he published earlier this year. His interview in late May, seen here on the website of another foundation that bears his name, is worth watching to help decide whether this book is for you, or not.
The excellent NHBS, a UK-bsed website, has this to say:
A Window on Eternity is a stunning book of splendid prose and gorgeous photography about one of the biologically richest places in Africa and perhaps in the world. Gorongosa National Park in Mozambique was nearly destroyed in a brutal civil war, then was reborn and is now evolving back to its original state. Edward O. Wilson’s personal, luminous description of the wonders of Gorongosa is beautifully complemented by Piotr Naskrecki’s extraordinary photographs…
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Originally posted on Friendly Fairy Tales:
A still pool of rainwater,
Kissed by garnet and citrine maple leaves,
Reflects the cool Autumn sunshine.
A bluejay shakes his wings,
Scattering crystal gems of water.
Wild turkeys gather fallen seeds below
Their plumage blending into the
Brown, rust and orange leaves.
A juvenile robin dips a toe and shivers.
The damp smell of wet leaves
Rises into the warming day,
Mingling with the scent of cedar and pine.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Hamsa, magical one,
Eyes of gold fire,
You rode upon the wave,
The cosmic courses
Of ancient, shining times;
You walked amid the owl-sung light
Of the fairy tree,
By the tall, moon-shifting
You saw the walls of shimmering stone –
The sacred lamp-lit cave,
Where the ancient, bent ones still
Lingered ever on,
Their gods too old to be remembered,
Times of other worlds and climes,
When the air sang in a haze
Of sparkle flown
Like dragonfly wings that whirred,
You recall the bright winters of yore,
So long before
The ashen day when
The armies of the stalking skeleton
Broke onto the red field,
Sweeping all with their dire
Where now the star-cast
Bell that pealed
From the green mountain?
Hamsa, you are the swift-unfolding wings of light,
The tales softly-singing,
The warm face of the sun
Hamsa, where have you gone,
To what far, dawn-
And when will you return again,
Radiant, with fast,
As the rose of spring,
On the glad-rushing winds of eternity?
© 2014, Sharon St Joan
Photo: Marek Szczepanek / Wikimedia Commons / This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.