galaxy

“an assemblage of splendid persons or things”*

Sepigram

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Biomes

What if we are all Galactic Light

Translated into separate forms and shapes yet whole

Biomes

Like trees reaching out through connected roots

Cosmic plasma each part having myriad diverse purposes

One

Fractals

divine interpretations of energetic design as matter

leaves oceans rivers turtle shells bees and people

Fractals

looking out and in and seeing ‘other’

Transcendent Mind getting to know itself through us

Are we Galactic Light Translated into Forms?

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Quay

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To be mystified

by what we see and do not

is a form of faith

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Trust is a big choice

(small we in a big Cosmos)

mature, we walk on

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faltering sometimes

in awe of all we have seen

sometimes we are held

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Love is that stranger

we recognize in a fog

without full knowing

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Uncertainty rattles me, lately.

This poem is a short path to a moment of peace.

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Time is not wasted

if we hang some bird feeders

and make some suet

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It’s always inspiring to watch the winter birds diving for seed and taking turns at a bird feeder.

We are all alternately tired or terrified in waves, as the days quiver. The planet needs our love. People and wildlife do, too.

A lot could be toned down and mellowed out with everyday people committing to perma-culture, reducing both visible and invisible pollution in our individual and collective spheres, investing in vertical urban gardens, and reducing and re-using what we have.

None of us have all the answers, but all of us have some.

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Erica Paige Schumacher

Erica Paige Schumacher

Maybe it’s not what we think but how we think that is important. “Go Forsythia!” (the introvert’s version of sports).