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Reborn in the earth like the renewable resource known as the living forest, and like the ecosystem sustained of the same revered name and its healing myths, I strive to share universal harmony, renewable creativity and sustainable values with the world.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A fallen world: 15 of 162

SPIRIT OF ATLANTIS A spectral spirit whispers secrets from a far-forgotten time; She speaks to us in movement, in pictures, and in rhyme. Once her people were destroyed for a single supreme crime, When her leaders made claims to be descendants most divine. In her right fist she holds the world and with her left she draws dow...
Religion & Spirituality > Pagan & Earth-Based Religions An overview of Norse paganism: 1 of 8

WYRD - A ONCE-SACRED WORD Occasionally a word evolves that still echoes the tone and half-forgotten meanings from a distant past. "Weird" is such a word. For many it applies to what appears odd and unusual. For others it still suggests the perception of an unexpected contact with supernatural forces. Actually "weird" descend...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Shame: 1 of 7

THE GOOD GARDENER: 1945 She said, somewhat to my surprise, that in her gardens she likes to weed. Yet she found herself in what seemed to be a never-ending war with a hated and tenacious foe: the lusty German knot-see weeds. I gazed yearningly, then, over her fields, which I sensed were at peace now, tendered with sweet wate...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Finding love: 22 of 149

ANEMONE Once upon a time in a lost sea cove, there dwelled a lonely fisherman's daughter. Her wild hair was bright, like the sun glinting on the smooth face of the waters and her skin was light, like the white foam floating on the mirrored surface of the waves. Captivating were her eyes shining deep, like wild sea flowers su...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Insanity: 18 of 102

WHILE SANITY SLEPT "Grant her mercy, for she knows not what she did!" Cassandra Seagrave lay partially nude and severely injured, but still conscious on the confession table. In its Claw of Justice dome, Moonview Asylum for the Mentally Insane was equipped with a visual portal from the High Court of New Atlantis. It stared d...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Nature: 9 of 42

THE CLOUD MAKERS I have heard that clouds existed long before what we know of now as the Big Bang and the creation of our universe. They were the first to visibly enter this realm from the ethereal in the form of fine nebulae. But then, too, they existed even before the dawn of Creation, or so I have been told, when all that...
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Religion: 3 of 12

WHILE DEATH DELIBERATES "In 1122, Christian crusaders swept over Jerusalem Slaughtering unfortunate men, women and children, - Until their horses were knees deep in blood' - And then went to church to thank God for his mercy." Once upon the time of the so-called holy wars, when religious intolerance was high but motivated mo...
Politics, News & Issues > War & Peace Can we ever establish peace?: 13 of 48

CAN WAR EVER BE FOUGHT FOREVER? Even if for the case of argument, it is assumed that peace can never be fully achieved, given human frailties and foibles, and therefore presuming that all attempts to establish it in this world are futile and foolish, that would still not make never-ending war justifiable nor would it make wa...
Religion & Spirituality > Religious Concepts (Other) Free will versus predestination: 19 of 42

FREE WILL - THE FORGOTTEN CHOICE Liberty, free will, or the right to act in a manner of one's own choosing, is the single inalienable right of the human spirit granted to it by the benevolent God-Creator. Predestination, foreknowledge, or the ability for it to be known ahead of time with growing certainty what will happen (p...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Silence: 112 of 181

EMBRACING THE SILENCE Blank, blind, dumb, Impotent silence, Empty but unyielding, Unlike the virgin void, Near-fully engulfs This yawning grave site, Where a thriving forest Once grew before. Where have all the promises, Hopes and uplifting voices gone? Where the sad, inspired Or enthusiastic experiences shared? Who still gr...