The Music of the Plants

Music of Plants

This is so amazingly a part of living in this new century, living where there are new frontiers to pioneer for the bold who are coloring outside the lines.

The Music of the Plants research began at Damanhur (in Italy) in 1976, when resident researchers created an instrument that was able to capture the electromagnetic variations of the surface of plant leaves and roots, and turn them into sounds.

The desire for deep contact with nature has also inspired the “Plant Concerts,” in which musicians perform while accompanied by melodies created by trees. The trees learn to control their electrical emissions, so they can modulate the notes, as if they are aware of the music they are producing. This research has continued, and today, the device used for concerts is available to the general public so that this profound experience of plant world communication may be shared by anyone who wishes to do so.

It is possible to purchase the Music of the Plants device online.

Pastel Shades of Blue

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Pastel shades of blue
painted on the panorama ‘fore my eyes
Oh, Magenta, red, and aqua rainbows
fill the sky just like some rhyme –

Am I dreaming songs of love?
Am I always wondering why?
Is it truth or is it passion
that fills my heart and overflows my mind?

Open now and hope forever,
My heart is on the line:
a deeper shade of color,
and this dancer spinning to some unknown time –

I can be this heart within
and I do answer for my own time
as the poet lives within these wings
and this dancer with the mystery unwinds–

My Voice

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Oh, this trembling uncertainty,
wanting a place
to voice my feelings
in this chaotic seeming world.

I follow my heart.
I follow my dream,
as the gibbon moon crosses
high in the sky –
I dream of beauty and love.

A voice out of somewhere asks:
What have you to give songsmith?

I reply that
I am finding my voice
and bringing you my harmonies
and rhythms
in this disharmony,
I Am

Symphony of Life

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Life is a symphony of the senses.
When did you forget
to see, to feel the next wave
on the water,
to feel the wind swaying
the trees, blowing through your hair
or to take to the path
in the forest,
to watch a bird enjoying
the skyway or circling above?

Is your life limited
to a mechanical enclosure,
cordoned off from outside
and dedicated only
to reasons of economy?

Life, however, even here
in this enclosure
real or imagined
plays it’s symphony to you
if you are experiencing
the timbre and rhythms
of the sounds,
the shades of colors,
the poetry beyond noise of words,
the dance of the wind.

The symphony is playing –
Be present and listen
in gratitude.

“The Christian Church, in its Augustinian emphasis on the evil of nature, from which human consciousness should out of sheer common sense hold itself aloof, contributed to the gap Western human beings feel between themselves and the universe.”

-Robert Bly – News of the Universe – Poems of twofold consciousness

Being a Pathfinder

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Being a Pathfinder

I guess you could call my statement here a declaration of intention for my life.

We are all creative beings in some way, form, or fashion. That, for me, is what defines the being in human being. In our time we have been given new, fantastic media to utilize. I chose to be a participant with my creative talents in this available media rather than a couch potato or always just a spectator for someone else’s talents. This is what following my heart and living my dream means to me. I can follow this intention in the area of health, love and relationship, creative work, and whatever else is in my life path. I can be a pathfinder for myself and others.

This is an open dialogue, I welcome your comments. What do you think?  What inspires you to take action in your life?

Home Is Where My Being Is

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Oh, you’re a holiday

Oh, you’re a holiday

Now it’s my turn to say

and I say, “You’re a holiday.”

—————— the Bee Gees

Holiday inns and ways
to escape
the core of my being
the life in my days-

There’s dialogue with others
There’s hope midst despair
There’s love in my living
Not getting stuck in repair-

So, I’m singing my song
Painting my poem
There’s love in my living
when I am being home .

From “Heart Spirit – Freeing Our Poetic voice”

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