...the Spring has come.......Chief Sitting Bull

Behold my brothers,the spring has come,
The earth has received the embrace of the sun 
And we shall soon see the results of that love!

Every seed is awakened and so has all  animal life.
It is through this mysterious power that we too have our being
And we therefore yield to our neighbors,
Even our animal neighbors,
The same right as ourselves, to inhabit this land

What the world needs now....

We seek a renewed stirring of life for the earth
We plead that what we are capable of doing is
not always what we ought to do.
We urge that all people determine
that a wide untrammeled freedom shall remain
to testify that this generation has love for the next.
If we want to succeed in that, we might show, meanwhile
a little more love for this one, and for each other. 

Nancy Newhall

Eurythmics - Here Comes The Rain Again (Freemasons Remix)

LOTS

Fun Boy Three - The Lunatics Have Taken Over The Asylum

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THE CIRCLE OF THE SKY ..Pawnee/Osage/Omaha Native American Song

Remember, remember the circle of the sky

the stars and the brown eagle

the supernatural winds

breathing night and day

from the four directions

Remember, remember the great life of the sun

breathing upon the earth

it lies upon the earth

to bring life upon the earth

life covering the earth

Remember, remember the sacredness of things

running streams and dwellings

the young within the nest

a hearth for sacred fire

the holy flame of fire

ALL WINTER LONG....Celebrating the life to come forth beyond winter and it's Solstice

All winter long

Behind every thunder

guess what we heard!

---Behind every thunder 

the song

of a bird, 

a trumpeting bird.

All winter long

beneath every snowing

guess what we saw!

---beneath every snowing 

a thaw

and a growing, 

a greening and growing.

Where did we run

beyond the gate and guardsman?

Guess, if you can!

---all winter long

we ran

to the sun,

 the dance of the sun!

Native American Song

Happy Winter Solstice 2016 

As after sunset fadeth in the west William Shakespeare

 

That time of year thou mayest in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west,

Which by  and by black night doth take away,

Death's second self, that seals up all in rest

In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

As the deathbed whereon it must expire,

Consumed with that which it was nourished by

This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong

To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

 

William Shakespeare