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.

God’s Voice – The Dance

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Suppose God’s voice,
the song of the planet,
is well beyond your mere words
and small means of personality,
of your economics, of your politics,
of your culture.

Hear the song of the cicadas
in the colors of the sunset,
the wind lightly rippling the water’s surface,
the drums beating in the park,
the dog wanting your love.

In all the moments
and sensations of this evening,
The mirror surface, now, on the pond
reflects all the sky and evening trees,

An Indian man turns and says, “Hello”

Are you listening to this song
calling you to this dance of the Earth?

Memoir to My Father

boy-and-father

To My Father
(Perhaps this poem is about seeing
the Fullness even in the Emptiness)

I stare now at this cup
half full and half empty
like a funny Zen poem
looking for the plenty.

I listened to the sermon:
“He’s in another place,
and won’t be here now with you.
Go to school and wash your face.”

Learned to learn real good,
to write, to run, to talk.
Feelings all tapped down
except on lonely walks.

But friends were there to play
Sing a song or play a game.
I managed the routines,
though my heart found other ways.

Though I learned well not to cry,
When I found you had to die.
My heart knows well the time
when your love was by my side.

Symphony of Life

craggy-gardens-trail

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

Evening Song

 

sunset-tableOh the evening sun, it touches down,
coloring all, see day is blest.
Oh, the co-lors flow,
they give my heart this rest –

Chorus:

Oh, these feelings come and go
as the breeze, it whispers low,
and the song it sings
is the song inside my heart.
Oh, the song it sings
is the melody in my soul –

Restless day of needs all done.
Another day, I journey on.
Stop to rest, eve-ning’s song
blends with colors into One –

The colors blending, touch my soul,
painting eve-ning’s feelings whole.
Enchantment of the night
harmony of soul.

“It is one of the tragedies of modern culture that we have
lost touch with these primal thresholds of nature.” –
Anam Cara – A Book of Celtic Wisdom, John O’Donohue

Pond Edge

doorway

Shimmering, rippling pond surface
mirror of reflections
encircling trees on edge –

A sudden breeze gently spreads
a yellow-green mist of pollen
across the water’s surface-

“Remain present here,”
says a voice inside –

I enter the silence
at One with the stillness,
of the wind, of the pond –

I am feeling more at peace,
feeling a sense of renewal,
seeing new hope,
letting go of stresses and worries,
baggage dragged down here
to this pond’s edge –

I am at One,
at Peace –

Personal Note: The reconciling of opposites both within and without has been a life journey for me. I say this mindful of being in the midst of a contentious, emotional social, political debate in the USA

How will it be reconciled, I don’t know. I would say, however, that I sense a strong feminine voice and spirit arising, perhaps worldwide. Perhaps that will rescue and nurture where history has brought us. Finding ourselves in present day 21st century reality, the only reasonable alternative, I see, is as many wisdom voices, de Chardin and others, have been counseling us: build a new interior mythos and let go of the prejudices and animosities from the past, and build a new synthesis.