Song of the Earth at the Century’s End

Horned Mercury Symbol

Beautiful Earth

Melodies thread upwards

Through the Stars

Stairways climbed by grief

With a touch so light

That joy cries to the traveller

‘This is your home!’

And the black Sun

Rolls in the dust

In a cartwheel of light

The cohort rain drove all before it

And fell like lead amid the corn,

Trampling the land.

The bodies of men were sloughed off.

Or else,

Or else, the blue mountain

Must be hewn

From a lake of glass

By giant hands, centuries old,

Its huge heart beating light

The forests now are bristling

The day is dark as night.

The strange fields are livid

With the light of revelation.

Steam rises from the river.

A ribbon of smoke

Twists through the violet wood.

Sky meets sky

Without a sound

In an embrace of light

Before the gracious appearance

Of the star.

The apple trees of the Caucasus

Flare from a red furrow.

The fruit is given to the knife.

Lift out the seed of light:

Stone lids, stone eyes

And a star at the core,

Arms outstretched,

Embedded in this disc.

O lantern Earth, swing

Through the firmament of night.

~ Francis Howarth ~

~ The Virago Book of Spirituality – Virago Press 1996 ~

DN – 23/03/14


12 thoughts on “Song of the Earth at the Century’s End

  1. Oh to be able to write like this. What a blessing. It almost makes a person homesick, yet I am homesick all the time so maybe that comes from remembering through another persons words. ❤

  2. Hey April,

    It’s lovely to have your company here at chez Dewin! Thanks for having stopped by…you’ll always be welcome.

    Do you think you’ll ever return ‘home’ to where your heart still yearns to be? And what is it that you are thinking about in your Gravatar image as you gaze out across the water with your two fluffy friends in tow?

    The Virago Book of Spirituality – Of Women and Angels…offers a fascinating selection of writing by Saints, mystics, artists, dancers, writers and poets, travellers and nuns – all contributing to a wonderful collection of spiritual writing that spans the centuries and the world’s religions and which soothes and inspires. It is a book to treasure.

    April, I’m sure we’ll catch up again soon 🙂


    DN – 11/04/14

  3. “Im on board, wherever this blog is goingm you joining me odie?” – odie mama
    “Already here. saved a seat for you mom” – odie
    *Thanks for sharing DN. Your blog is special. Glad we have tickets to your show but still trying to wrap our heads around what we just read and saw. And thats a great feeling.
    Hugs, o. and om.

    • Hey Odie and Odie Mama,

      I am delighted to have you both alongside and riding the space-ways of Dewin’s different universe. I feel like I am in esteemed company having you both on board. Welcome.

      Before joining your Odyssians (how I like that name!) I spent several enjoyable hours reading your Blog and immersing myself in the sumptuous poetry of your images. I am equally drawn to the eyes of Odie…sometimes when I gaze in to them I swear I see those eyes come to life and every time I am unfolded and undone inside my soul: it’s more than just a little uncanny but I can’t escape the allure. No wonder our Felidae brothers and sisters are held in such high regard 🙂

      Your Blog will be a regular port as I travel the Celestial realms…


      DN – 18/04/14

      • Dearest odyssian dn – you always know exactly what to say. Do you have a classics background in addition to your latin and ( ill safely assume) ancient greek knowledge?. Odies very curious. Hes a cat and a sphinx at that. Asking questions is, well, you know the story…
        O and om.

  4. Hey O and OM (forgive the abbreviation)

    Generous words and humbly received, thank you. I am not schooled in either Latin or Greek History, but classics were part and parcel of the academic establishment in which I was once a student. My Latin is sinfully misappropriated for effect only…I don’t suppose for one minute it is accurate. I do however like the lingual nature of the language, and by extension, Italian is an incredibly beautiful sounding language.

    I find learning a uniquely joyous experience and take from what I am guided towards to inspire or resolve my inquisitiveness about life. I often think that one has to truly gaze out upon the unknown world with open-minded acceptance before internalising and reflecting upon what is termed information. Whatever is gleamed from the senses can then be laid to rest a while in the depository of the imagination before being brought forth in words, deeds or images that express the vacuity of that original vision to another. Learning implants the seeds of thought that the imagination nurtures and grows.

    I knew Odie was special and a manifestation of Ra. Only a contemporary with such an established pedigree stretching back to Egypt could have eyes that told of the mysteries of a time before time. Cats are phenomenally beautiful creatures.

    I do like the way you both share such a symbiotic relationship with one another. Reading your Blog, one gets the impression that you really are of one and the same mind 🙂


    DN – 18/04/14

  5. Hi Dewin,

    I’m not sure why yet, but this line, “And the black Sun, rolls in the dust, in a cartwheel of light,” really gives me an experience! Brilliant, indeed! I can stare at the image it painted in my mind like a little .gif file – but it’s a blazingly, amazing sight!

    I do hope we get to treasure the Earth and savour our experiences on it for a long time to come! I would lament the loss of Caucasus apple trees, our history and peoples. The earth is our treasured blue marble in space 🙂 Can’t this fruit ripen in the majesty of its goodness?


    • Hey Ka,

      Sincere apologies for a very belated reply to your wonderful comment. I have been amiss in replying.

      The line of the poem which drew your attention and captivated your imagination is quite beautiful in its elegant simplicity. When I first read the poem I found it almost like a prayer of remembrance, an ode in homage to an Earth that patiently waits for mankind to realise that Eden still exists, that our mere existence has always been provided for by the sublime generosity of a planet that has kept giving and nurturing our species despite our abhorrent abuse and virtual rape of it resources for short-sighted, parasitic-like and self-satisfying ends. To my mind that particular line encourages us to once again open our jaded, down-turned eyes to the resplendent wonder and brilliance of a life-giving Sun that sits as much at the centre of our universe as it does at the centre of our conscious self: if only the dust would settle in our eyes: if only we looked up and not down: if only we believed.

      And like you Ka, I too hope we learn to savour our experiences on this majestic Earth and allow goodness and purity to flourish. Your crafted phrase, ‘can’t this fruit ripen in the majesty of its goodness’ is sentimentally succinct and a wholly appropriate statement that we should all carefully consider with the same deliberate enthusiasm and consistent determination as is given by the majority to the unnecessary acquisition of material abundance in our ‘modern’ though somewhat regressive self-centred lives. Perhaps it is denial, or perhaps it is hope, but I like to imagine that our species dwells in its infancy, that we are only just beginning to understand the true miracle of living in a world already of an age that defies our comprehension, and evolutionary speaking, remain no more than needful infants who still require sensationalism and gratification to supersede any degree of understanding and natural wisdom. I have no doubt that change will happen, yet it is the manner of that change which will be significant to our future success. For example, one reads of the Technological Singularity that may occur within our lifetime as being a double-edged sword, a sort of Pandora’s cornucopia whereby the scientific world-view dominates and miraculously ‘provides’ for our fantastic desires but, will it be at the expense and rapid breakdown of traditional values, traditional beliefs, traditional outlooks and ingrained ancient perspectives: a scientific based world that will offer a virtual (digitised) transcendence through intellectual expansion but which in the process might automatically preclude opportunities for true spiritual growth. It feels like the world is holding it’s breath and simply waiting for the dawn of a new age to happen, a scientific new age that will be forcibly driven by world powers for economic gains through technological mastery and technological efficiencies and which will permit mankind’s emergence into the wider universe. But at what cost to humanity and to the true soul of man? And more importantly for future generations, what will be the cost of such unprecedented technological progress to our planet? I think it would be a very good idea for mankind to eradicate the ‘selfish gene’ from its thinking long before the first cyborg takes one big step on behalf of ‘mankind’ into the wider Cosmos for as a species we have not yet emerged from infancy and have yet to truly grasp the full extent of our intellectual and emotional faculties or embrace the wonder and awe that is our true higher consciousness. Our planet is divided by dualistic thinking, our world divided by disparate and desperate philosophical and ideological notions and our external expressions dominated by prejudice, divisiveness and duplicity. We are living in a representation of Babel! World governments still insist that our planet be spun on an axis of gold to ensure that the insidious propensity for greed and the acquisition of wealth remains the seminal reason why societies are stratified and supressed and the wealthy elite maintain their illusion and delusion of happiness. So, science may well take us to the very edge of space and time, provide for our needs and wants, and ensure the longevity of elitism, but it will not save us from our selves unless mankind lifts its eyes once more to the Light shining within.

      Many thanks Ka for your impressionistic thoughts and poetic comment.


      DN – 10/09/2014

      • Hi Dewin,

        There’s so much to absorb from your writing. Your words seem to flow like ornate architecture. There’s solidity to what you think – it’s grounded and has depth. Clearly you are well read. I am somewhat familiar with the singularity; and, was it Ray Kurzweil who named it? I’m not sure at the moment. I am also familiar (really only acquainted) with Richard Dawkin’s book, ‘the selfish gene.’ Seems like history repeats itself with using biology to talk about matters of economy. Makes me think back to “Social Darwinism.” That was actually how his book was interpreted, not Darwin’s fault. He was merely describing natural selection as a mechanism for evolution. You wrote:

        “I think it would be a very good idea for mankind to eradicate the ‘selfish gene’ from its thinking long before the first cyborg takes one big step on behalf of ‘mankind’ into the wider Cosmos for as a species we have not yet emerged from infancy and have yet to truly grasp the full extent of our intellectual and emotional faculties or embrace the wonder and awe that is our true higher consciousness.”

        I agree with you – and even more so on an individual level – despite how some aspects of selfishness are necessary, greed is not. Nevertheless, there’s SO much to be inspired and fascinated about that it can even be dizzying. That is why no ‘one person’ need to understand nor contain it (consciousness). Are you familiar with the concept of local consciousness? I am not entirely familiar, but I am acquainted. I think I read one of Larry Dossey’s books once, and was no doubt influenced by his ideas.

        Recently I finished ‘Moonwalking with Einstein’ and the author Joshua Foer really made me feel more comfortable with the fact that I don’t really always remember how ‘well read’ I actually am, because, well, I forget what I read.

        Back to the light within…. now that just *feels* good.

        Thank you for your reply, Dewin. I have a lot of understanding for the fact that replies may take a while. My life feels so busy, and yet, I do try to make room for conversation. I do also sometimes wish that all of us bloggers could get together in a room and meditate. I think it’d be really neat. 🙂

        Thank you for appreciating my impressionistic thoughts and my poetic comment.

        You have a real facility for language, and I hope you are writing material to publish in a book.

        I do wonder where science will take us. My husband and I have been recently watching the show ‘Continuum’, are you familiar? It’s about time travel and corporate power. That is the simplest way to describe it in case you haven’t seen or heard of it.

        The question remains, where will science take us? Can we still honor the knowledge that we unlock from the past (my current studies into Traditional Chinese Medicine), and allow it too to evolve through us? Nowadays, for some, it is thought that the wisdom of the past is merely antiquated, but I do see it is still developing today. In fact, it seems pertinent and relevant that we do investigate practical, sustainable solutions in healthcare. Let us love ourselves, as we are of the earth. How about the holographic universe… there’s a good possibility that we could have proof for that. Let us have hope, and good spirits about us.


      • Hey Ka,

        I’m a little late replying…thank you so much for your reflections and kind thoughts on my scrawl – long may my words ‘flow like ornate architecture’ – such a visually rich and inspiring phrase that led me to the still centre of my celestial chrysalis to pause a while and consider the remainder of your comment. Thank you for casting that particular literary spell…for transposing me to a quiet place of retreat I get to call home. I find so much to enjoy musing over the poems on your Blog…each one like a party in the stars, vibrant, soulful, spontaneous beads of light reflecting the passion you have in harmonising form to reveal the shine in your glimmering words. In this gift also lays wisdom that you have in abundance.

        Joshua Foer is just one type of catalyst whose wonderful book appears in our lives to remind us that the mental faculty to retain depth in our learned knowledge and existential experience of life is only one aspect of the miraculous singularity that was distilled from God-consciousness to become our complex selves. As individually tailored receptacles experiencing consciousness we are each in our totality a unique luminary of infinite possibilities able to express our unified self far more creatively than when we limit the expression of ourselves to just one small part of that whole. It is in the act of expressing the totality of our whole (existence) self where holiness can be found.

        In replying to your comments…(I had to look it up, thank you Wiki)…the first use of the term “singularity” was by mathematician Jose Yanez. In 1958, regarding a summary of a conversation with von Neumann, Stanislaw Ulam described “ever accelerating progress of technology and changes in the mode of human life, which gives the appearance of approaching some essential singularity in the history of the race beyond which human affairs, as we know them, could not continue”. Science fiction writer Vernor Vinge, who argues that artificial intelligence, human biological enhancement, or brain-computer interfaces could be possible causes of the singularity, popularized the term. The Futurist, and inventor of the portable reading machine for the blind, Ray Kurzweil cited von Neumann’s use of the term in a foreword to von Neumann’s classic The Computer and the Brain.

        Social Darwinism correlates somehow with our reptilian base ideas and philosophies pertaining to eugenics, racism, imperialism, fascism, Nazism and what constitutes the perpetual struggle between national or racial groups. I generally consider such ideas express the most ancient and prevailing of all human considerations and fears, our identity, our mortality, and our fundamental predisposition for self-preservation all acting in unison as instinctually as breathing. Reptilian thinking appears somehow born from the deepest desire to evade death: survival in any context and by any means being the sole imperative of everything made manifest in reality, including political ideas and genetic material, and natural selection a proven mechanism for the establishment and evolution of both…subordinating and/or removing potential threats maintains supremacy and increases the probability of life. But it’s not our primal fear that create doctrines of hate and philosophies of exclusion, rather more it’s the insidious nature of the fundamentalist rationale that conceptualises and propagates that primal force in the mind of others for perfidious gains: gains which are at best misguided and at worst wholly abhorrent. Death may be inescapable and inevitable, but free will still demands we make a discerning choice with our higher-mind before blindly accepting such constructs of indoctrination and acting upon them. Free will is our mind’s sacred caduceus working as an active tool to determine a truth using an incisive mind. It presents an opportunity for guidance towards accepting there can only be one universal truth rather than a succession of ephemeral truths bounded by time.

        “A human being is part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. We experience ourselves, our thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest. A kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from the prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. The true value of a human being is determined by the measure and the sense in which they have obtained liberation from the self. We shall require a substantially new manner of thinking if humanity is to survive.” ~ Albert Einstein ~ (

        I don’t believe we are aware of our own mortality at birth…I am not one who remembers descending in a previous lifetime…but I do not think we are born destroyers and creators of our beautiful world but have the potential within us to unwittingly become both.

        My thoughts on corporate power are not readily indistinguishable from those I have about capitalist democracy and types of organised religion, they appear to have a tendency to exclusively self-propagate, misappropriate Finite resources, pollute the atmosphere with rhetoric and other questionable outpourings, and construct socially acceptable facades from behind which to build further hierarchal structures that have greater powers to influence. Each might be considered at its core to be a creative enterprise but power is always usurped by a base response to the primal fear. Elitism expressing the concept of ‘survival of the fittest’ under the new heading, ‘survival of the rich and self-effacing’. I see the restrictions such authorities impose on life as interventions that leave the realisation of true freedom a relative concept. I know we are not so unnaturally bound either in our imagination, or in the length, breadth and reach of our love, understanding, compassion and tenderness towards each other. In most other walks of life the perceived worth and potential in all things now sadly carries a fiscal value. Life is reduced to an arbitrarily determined numerical value so that it may be managed as a cost to give rise to a profit: an obligatory process within which we participate as employees so as to receive a predetermined payment in appreciation of the perceived value of our contribution to the whole system. It is a system that currently sees the professional footballer kicking an inflated pigs bladder around a grass field (albeit with panache) and into the back of a knotted string net being paid 50 times more than the state surgeon whose healing skills could potentially save the footballer’s life one Saturday afternoon. Our monetary system assigns value to both occupations but true worth to neither. The footballer has a commercial value whilst the state surgeon does not. The surgeon has a numeric value but is regarded as a cost, as a finite value that cannot be improved upon through external manipulation, and as a product that cannot be marketed…”All new! Surgeon’s Choice-cut Sausages” doesn’t quite cut the marketers mustard. However, place that same surgeon into a private clinic and ask someone to pay a fortune to salvage his or her own life without the inconvenience of waiting in line and instantaneously the surgeon acquires an economic value and becomes a fiscal asset. Our monetary system leaves one to ask the question: what value do we now place on the worth of a life?

        Regarding your last paragraph – ‘can we still honour the knowledge that we unlock from the past (my current studies into Traditional Chinese Medicine), and allow it too to evolve through us? Nowadays, for some, it is thought that the wisdom of the past is merely antiquated, but I do see it still developing today. In fact, it seems pertinent and relevant that we do investigate practical, sustainable solutions in healthcare’. In reply, yes most certainly there is immense worth in all knowledge that is generated through medical practices and complimentary therapies that are time honoured, all are tributaries of information flowing together to create a dense body of expanding knowledge that in application retains common denominators: to ease suffering, help repair life and assist our struggle to survive. I do not think that any one part, aspect or dimension of this wide-ranging profession should exist in isolation or exclusion when considering a holistic approach to integrated healthcare/treatment. I see absorption and synthesis rather than adaptation or adoption as a more fluid mechanism to advance knowledge. Absorption explores the many possibilities of inclusion and acceptance whilst synthesis creates compound structures from constituent parts.

        A little time spent acquainting myself with the ideas of Larry Dossey has peaked an interest. Thank you. I wasn’t at all familiar with the concept of local consciousness. I can readily see how his thoughts nestle so comfortably within the intellectual framework of your studies and firmly within your compassionate spirit. Reading through the many quotes to be found written online by illumined minds like William Peabody, here discussing the efficacy of prayer in the face of what he called the immutability of the laws of nature, have a wholly compelling voice…’Night follows day, and day night. The seasons preserve their succession… We may not hope to suspend their operation by our prayers… And yet notwithstanding all of this, we hold in an undoubting faith the doctrine of the efficacy of our prayers, or to use the language of another, “of an influence from above as diversified and unceasing as are the requests from below”. Peabody considered that prayers may have efficacy in a form that does not interfere with the arrangement of the laws of nature, and that God may respond in ways that are not anticipated, without changing the arrangement of nature. George Burnap echoed the same sensibility…’God governs the universe by fixed and uniform laws, not only for the sake of order, but for human good… The fulfilment of every human desire would break up this order, and bring everything into disorder and confusion’. I shall read-on…

        No one can adequately foretell what effect the technological singularity will have on our species when AI has the exponential potential to expand upon a scientific contemplation of the universe yet still not report back an observation of the unknowable. The question therefore still remains, where will science take us…and what is its final purpose…perhaps the answer is ‘back to the light within…and that just *feels* good’.

        Thank you for always shining through the veil..


        DN – 14/09/2014

  6. Dewin,
    What you wrote here above in your response and quoted below, to be specific, is just so kind, forgive that I am beside my self. Looking forward to this continued dialogue, lots of ideas here and it may take me some time to return. (or not.) I do not know.

    “Thank you for casting that particular literary spell…for transposing me to a quiet place of retreat I get to call home. I find so much to enjoy musing over the poems on your Blog…each one like a party in the stars, vibrant, soulful, spontaneous beads of light reflecting the passion you have in harmonising form to reveal the shine in your glimmering words. In this gift also lays wisdom that you have in abundance.”

    I am so happy that you write and share your wisdom and awesomeness through your Blog and your comments on mine + others. Your mind shines through your writing!

    Thank you for looking up Kurzweil. I did not know that Vernor Vinge popularized the term. From what I gather in your comments, memory is an interest of yours, too: Joshua Foer is indeed a catalyst. There’s much for me to reflect on in your words. I’m truly impressed that you took the time to explore my references. One line of the Einstein quote in your comment just stood out to me now,

    “Our task must be to free ourselves from the prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. The true value of a human being is determined by the measure and the sense in which they have obtained liberation from the self.” Self is a troublesome word for it means somethings ‘self’ and something things ‘Self,” and really, words can infuriate me. I hope you don’t mind that I confess this openly now.

    I will leave you on a positive note…if I may (at least,… “words bedevil me” made me think of it)….and it’s one of my favorite poems:

    A poem from Audre Lorde, called ‘Coal’

    Is the total black, being spoken
    From the earth’s inside.
    There are many kinds of open.
    How a diamond comes into a knot of flame
    How a sound comes into a word, coloured
    By who pays what for speaking.

    Some words are open
    Like a diamond on glass windows
    Singing out within the crash of passing sun
    Then there are words like stapled wagers
    In a perforated book—buy and sign and tear apart—
    And come whatever wills all chances
    The stub remains
    An ill-pulled tooth with a ragged edge.
    Some words live in my throat
    Breeding like adders. Others know sun
    Seeking like gypsies over my tongue
    To explode through my lips
    Like young sparrows bursting from shell.
    Some words
    Bedevil me.

    Love is a word another kind of open—
    As a diamond comes into a knot of flame
    I am black because I come from the earth’s inside
    Take my word for jewel in your open light.

    Much Love!

  7. Hey Ka,

    Thank you for your reply, and your very kind and uplifting words…as always you leave a message within your comment that belies its bigger significance and speaks with the refined mind of the poet.

    I too find the word Self a difficult concept to grasp and/or quantify. The dictionary offers a further definition of its meaning – the ‘self’ is the object of introspection and reflexive action. It is a good definition but I struggle with it still as it does not explain what consciousness is or the nature of the structure that supports it, or whether consciousness is indivisible from matter. If consciousness is infinite how does it replicate mimetically…how does Source distil the entire contents of mind into every form? Perhaps it is in the act of consciousness being made manifest in matter that separates the experience the object or person has in being ‘me, my self, its self’ from the mind of the greater ‘I’ by the restraints of its physically defining framework, in the case of humans, the brain and the sentient body – which are somehow insufficient to contain the mind of Source. Source sits as the painter of the universe but the painting cannot be its own creator, or can it? It is confusing isn’t it, I think you are right to suggest that ‘words bedevil’ when trying to contain a 5D concept within the conventions of a 3D language.

    In response to the poem, which is densely rich on so many levels, I can completely understand why you like it as you do! There is so much to consider and such concentration of thought and feeling to unpack and process from that one lump of coal! But like all poetry it finds its true form within us as emotion, vibration and resonance, intuition and feeling, and assimilation and synthesis. Beautiful. As a temporary reply, i’ll leave you further words found in a definition of Iosis. I see both approaches sharing a commentary on the process of refining the potential within diversity to speak with the one voice of Love.

    ‘In Alexandrian alchemy, Iosis is the fourth and final process in the production of the Stone, whereby the metals change both their colour and their substance. The first stage is ‘melanosis’, the blackening, the producing of the black metal from the prima material: the second stage is leucosis, the whitening or silvering of the metal: the third is ‘xanthosis’, the yellowing or gelding (golden sheen); the last is Iosis, the purpling or spiritualising of the metal, so that there is little left, if any, ‘body’ left. The more intense the colour, the more full of ‘spirit’ the metal and the less of ‘body’, so the more power it has as transmutatory Stone’.

    I shall look forward to further exchanges of ideas and thoughts. Wherever you are going whilst away from WP (or not…how mysterious!) take care of you both and enjoy the moment.


    DN – 18/09/2014

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