Category Archives: nature

timeless Earth :: all that lives, all that dies, all that is ~ carries on

Seeing as clearly and nakedly as possible - just what is
Late afternoon on Earth Day 2020, I found myself here where I took these photographs along the Rift Valley Overlook Trail south of Taos, New Mexico.

My dog, Blue, and I step out into the day numerous times a day everyday. On this day, April 22nd, as many of us know has been commemorated for 50 years now as “Earth Day”, we came here and I found my whole being joining with the awe and vitality of All That Is expressed through the skies and the vast open land.
The extraordinary dance of the elements in northern New Mexico calls me out and again and again lifts my spirits and my knowing of myself as vast awareness and consciousness, as well as being in elemental synchronicity with all that is.

Of course these are extraordinary times overall, not just as we reflect on Earth Day having been openly celebrated now for 50 years. The Earth is known and recognized, at this time, to be close to 5 billion years old. There are many things that we do our best to figure out and deciphering the ‘age’ of the Earth is one of those things. A margin of error of 50 million years is factored in to this scientifically based estimate (using carbon dating) of how long Earth has existed.

How many extraordinary ‘times’, as we are in now, have pulsed through the seemingly fathomless length and depth of earth time? How many other catalytic events or disruptive cycles have shaped the Earth and also shaped us as earth beings, human and non-human beings alike to who and what we are today globally and collectively?
A week or so after Earth Day, the days have begun to feel warmer here in Taos, even hot just after midday and into mid-afternoon. So Blue and I ventured to where the shadows of trees would cool and protect us as we walked together. These delicate flowers were thriving in the protection of the Ponderosa pines in the forest we found ourselves in. Whenever I can, I will take a pause to sit or even lay on the Earth, perhaps my favorite kind of meditation. After sitting awhile, then my eyes were drawn to these beauties.

Here in Taos, we still have a month or so before the clouds will gather enough precipitation for rains to begin falling as part of the monsoon season in northern New Mexico. The cloud beings that gather in these parts are favorites of mine. I literally feel the uplift of their presence and feel, oddly, as if they are my very own playmates! (What do they hold within themselves?)
Cloud beings seen ‘dancing’ and touching the thermal rise of the mountains, here looking toward Taos Mountain and the Sangre de Christos a few days before Earth Day on April 18th.
This time of year, early springtime with things warming up some, we see the apricot trees starting to come out in full bloom. I see this as another kind of precipitation, that of life force and nectar and flower essence. I often pause and thank the trees for their beauty and renewal, once again, calling to the inner reaches of my own essence to hint forward.

Every year with every season, I notice differences and fluctuations, subtle shifts within my own timing that most often are stimulated by that unique elemental dance before and around me. Grasping that I am part of all life, life being life, what a potent way to wake up to what is moving for me within the internal landscape as my own earth and skies! There I can also experience what is budding or coming to fruition literally and creatively.
I brIng my attention back to the different scales of time and also perception, to the alchemical dance of seeming opposites, as well as to this time, this season. We exist in local or linear time, as well as non-local time. We walk in the space between earth and sky, as well as being deeply embedded in both. Have you ever considered what might be Earth Time?

We are earth, we are carbon and fire, we are sky, we are water and air. We are also time and timeless. We are hungry and thirsty, we are nourishment itself, as we are death, we are life. We are that which continues.
The patterns hold our cells together and our cells dance their dance to codes that are so deeply held that they are nearly invisible, but through and through ever present. Some ancient and primordial, some just cresting the newest edge or wave of open-sourced evolutionary possibilities.

Could this recent pandemic (considering that the root of this word is the Greek pandemos, ~ pan meaning ‘all’ and demos meaning ‘people’ or all people) be something truly new universally, as in the novel (corona) virus? Viruses have existed almost as long as the Earth has been in existence. Viruses are, essentially, as timeless as the Earth.

In the Virus-first hypothesis, a scientific theory of viral evolution, viruses played a part in cellular life emerging. We as cellular life have been in mutual tolerance with viruses throughout known existence. As paradoxical as this might seem, life as we know it is what it is integrally woven through and through with viruses. Viruses by nature are constantly in mutation and act as a catalyst to life via their RNA and DNA mutative information.

There is something called a phylogenetic tree that shows that all life or all organisms now on Earth have what is termed a LUCA or last universal common ancestor. It is as if we have all emerged from the same forest floor or more accurately from the capacity to find and take nourishment from existence itself. And we share our information.

We are a mutational species by nature. Perhaps we have our closely tied journey to the mutational journey of viruses to thank for more than we know. Many people right now are saying “we are all in this together’. In an oddly comforting way, I think of that We as including ALL OF LIFE and in that also including whatever mutational energies, including viruses, including all the anomalies or deviations that can so provoke or temporarily destabilize us such that certain kinds of change are possible. AH.
Ahh. And with that contemplation, breathing out I lay myself back on the forest floor of my own life. I see small delicate flowers emerging. I see the bed of the forest floor made up of so many magical bits and elemental forces. Some of those are seemingly ‘dead’ and others are the living intelligences above and below the surfaces, bacterial life, mycelial life, microorganisms. And all are co-existing within our macroevolution, mutation upon mutation.

Breathing in, I find myself soaring again within the vast space of molecules of oxygen and water mixed with millions upon millions of micro-particulate and bacterial beauty, finding the immeasurable in life being life. AH OM HUM.
Thank you this earthly existence, thank you Mother Earth, thank you the We that we all are, gratitude and blessings! I find myself in this place, Taos, New Mexico and I am nourished. May this nourishment also find its way into your heart of hearts or some essential part of your being, offering what it can to sustain you. – With great love, Janice

All photographs by Janice Sandeen – April 2020

That Which Dwells (pantoum)

 

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Leaving it be, letting be what is; here I remain even as I falter

A precious something that dwells within this thinking heart

Across the field and around, the Elk pass by unseen as they do

Their traces left as gifts of recognition, frozen breath, and praise

 

A precious something that dwells within this thinking heart

The threads that tie and connect within this weaving incomparable

Their traces left as gifts of recognition, frozen breath, and praise

I hear the song of the Waters held deep within both cold and time

 

The threads that tie and connect within this weaving incomparable

Flush out the colors from where they reside and wait, wait and reside

I hear the song of the Waters held deep within both cold and time

What is listening, what is singing and how do these footsteps continue on?

 

Flush out the colors from where they reside and wait, wait and reside

Smelling, tasting, seeing, inner eye reflecting, feeling beyond, touching

What is listening, what is singing and how do these footsteps continue on?

Bones and the blood are agents of these: time, tenacity, and temperature

 

Smelling, tasting, seeing, inner eye reflecting, feeling beyond, touching

Leaving it be, letting be what is; here I remain even as I falter

The bones and blood are agents of these: time, tenacity, temperature

Across the field and around, the Elk pass by unseen as they do

 

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poetry form: pantoum
photographs: janice sandeen 2019

 

 

 

Dry Winter Spring

dry skin dry winter

it’s been a dry season

coming to the surface now

 

hot air balloons rise in the distance

spring is here and

no mud in sight, clean shoesdry winter spring

 

cracked lip cracked skin

all those years, parched

and homeostasis still

 

this season is this one, now

part of the whole, of the All

perhaps a bouquet of choices

 

among what is choice-less

looking below the surface

and beyond the markers of time

 

and where I stand, sitting

still or actively creating

amidst it all, amidst all

 

As the All, the all that I am

cannot help but be that

dry skin, cracked lip

 

paired dance, two step three

forward back, circling

hot air rises, takes up wing

 

single piano melody and cadence

joined by a symphonic chorus

that I see all around me

 

Another season will be

will be what it is then

even now that season emerges

 

Apparent in ways not yet visible

the tear running down the face

surfaces after long held heart

 

Cracking a smile has other allies

even if only there under the skin

opens out and then returns quietly

 

like a breeze scattering seeds

that would otherwise reside

close in, close by where they fall

 

singing of loss beneath the breath

keeps the flowers ready to blossom

their scent barely contained and rising

 

crispness of air, spirit, sight, and earth (heart)

such ways sing brightness of their own

elegy only for nostalgia alone

cc Janice Sandeen ~ Arroyo Seco, NM

 

Turning (my) World Inside Out

I am not a poet ~ the world, as I know it, is.

Everything everywhere.

 

I am not a woman ~ this world is a woman’s domain

and I am in it and of that.

 

Nature does not surround me ~ I am nature itself

and I live within  my own sphere.

 

I am not someone imagining what the world might become.

I am that becoming or that emergence in the making.

 

Hesitation ~ where and what are you? What is this task?

What are we creating as this conversation,

not much different than gestation, something earlier conceived.

 

Looking out is no more ~ it is not even looking within, it is the active principle

such as breath and breathing ~ continuous and life evolving,

does not need to be named to continue.

 

Approval ~ what are you ~ takes a unique set of circumstances

to make you relevant, to make your existence, to map the terrain

in which you stretch and wallow and bring forth your experience.

 

[There are many things we regularly turn inside out (socks, clothes), some even surprisingly, but when it comes to turning this world inside out ~ what of it? What not of it? When can I not do or see or perceive that is so when I receive that calling? Like birth, it comes of its own accord and in its own timing ~ such that we have evolved something we call death. Is that the world turned inside out, birth becomes something reversibly irreversible?]

 

The world is not me, I am the world emerging and forthcoming

~ only perception forms and forms and forms again.

 

Sometimes it takes listening to these things loudly, not quietly as some might suggest.

Turn the volume inside out and there is the advantage, the preeminent seeing of what is.

 

Turning the world inside out, I turn myself out into a world that has

not once yet rejected me or scorned me or humiliated me, but

has me at its very crystalline heart beat, pulsing as aliveness and ardor.

 

The world as poet opens her domain to the wide spread arms

of welcoming ~ laughing itself awake to itself, hesitatingly unhesitant.

 

Facing East

 

 

 

ah na ne ah ne 

ah na ne ah ne

ah na ne ah ne

ah na ~~~ ha ha ha

 

 

Perhaps not what comes to mind

when I say “facing east”

but I am facing east as I write

 

I’ve returned to facing east this morning,

within my small abode, mi casita,

within the place my body rests at night

 

There are three windows facing me,

facing east ~ even from the north

window I also look east

 

There is an unbroken line formed

by ridges, ancient rock, many footsteps,

& raven calls over ages & millennia

 

We can think we know of these,

of these ages, of these open wings,

of these breathing hearts

 

The call of the dove filters in

with the early morning sun fall

certain things are lit just so in the morning light

 

For me, facing east is just so,

taking in a perspective not quite my own,

but one offering nuances now welcomed wholeheartedly

 

And for as much as it is worth, I am in my own retrograde it seems

I find the inner landscape (here) filled with my own footprints

once traveled and laid by me to see (now) from this vantage

 

The gentling calls of the magpie to her mate

or her young & sometimes to me

soften these inner reaches

 

qua lia mia mo, qua ta te ah mo

qua lia mia mo, qua ta te ah mo

 

And now hummingbird joins, her wings one of the most

exquisite percussions that sounds, like a long awaited remedy,

breaking up the tightness of the heart, my heart

 

I say, “I have returned, my friends!”, facing east.

“While tending to the southern fires, I did miss you!”

And we rejoin now bringing calming & homecoming within.

 

If you have never tried or tested out

the malleability of time and timelines,

I heartily recommend it so. Move within.

 

This morning, before waking or parting the curtains to welcome the day,

I washed my earlier self, the one with certain struggles & bumps in her road, with a vibrant mix

~ the perfect spectrum of light and tonal vibration to let her know I am with her all the way.

 

Don’t take my word for it, you too can meet your own selves,

those that now seem long forgotten or destitute in that timeline of Ago.

For we each have such perfection of unique remedy and resolve,

 

Some of which we can share. And some of which is so precise

and unique to each one of us that it may be for us alone

to steep in, to take in, to sing openly.

 

[ sing to this moment now ]

 

This morning, before waking or parting curtains to welcome the day,

I washed my self, the one with certain struggles & bumps in the road,

with a vibrant mix: the perfect spectrum of light & tonal vibration

 

Letting myself know ~  I am with you all the way.

I am with you all the way ~ facing east.

 

 

So…

beyond comprehension

This radical

life

is so

simple that

it’s beyond a

comprehension

anchored in work-a-day

To be jobless is radical beyond

comprehension. We say in Perma-

culture that everything farms or works

And isn’t that precisely so such that how

can we use ‘work’ and ‘job’ synonymously

We are blind within What Is by filters of

our own making –own our making

our own making

How many

layers

deep?

What kind

of forest floor

is under your feet?

Will you lay yourself down

On that floor as a radical act

Of awakening to What Is

However prickly of a

bed that is seem-

ingly bereft of

the very

nutrients

(we are that)

that each of us

so thrive on: space

grace listening subtleties

Of being  Being of What Is

Did you ever notice that things

simply grow on their own and thrive?

So what’s this business we conjure up

each and every other moment of

the day today that is simply

the magnificence of life

unfolding as we are?

Comprehend.

You dig?

Let it

Be

Life

Itself

Beyond.

 

Thank you Shareable. This poem is partly inspired by this interview on jobless living:
[This poem is #2 in a series dedicated to revisiting poems that were written by me as part of my participation in a collaborative and experimental poetry blog: IMUNURI.blogspot.com. So… was written and first published 3 July 2013.]

Astrolabe… contemplating Rumi

Rumi Hawk Ocean sky copy

inter

-weaving
as we go
unseen character
infuses lesser known
gods of titration
and arbitration
snow crystal
monument
just under foot


Interweaving ground:sky

Keeping Still

You, you hold a mirror

watch the slight presence

–breath on the surface

Movement occurs again

and again within stillness

 

I, I see the dance

the dancing partners

I, I – you, you – we, we

leaning in, giving way

leaning in, holding

 

Movement, motion is

–no disturbance

while All arises

stillness dancing

of surface and within
image

Mountain, mountain reflects

Instead of twisting

and spinning in circles

trying to grasp

your self, keep still*

 

*quote from Hilary Barrett ~ I’Ching Hexagram 52, Stilling

Coyote Blue

We walk our usual traces

along the back fields, now quiet

 

Once we had conversations

of a bovine-canine nature

 

Blue amongst the blue

sky and young ruminants

 

But today  there you stood

catching my eye and my breath

 

And this conversation was all

there needed to be    In pause

 

–I stood with you in kind

What order of listening is this?

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When you chose to take leave,

I found you had left something

 

With me  –a grace that not only

touched but held my own Wild

 

While Blue reminds me of the life

shared within walls I call Home

 

You today –show me we walk together

what once were walls, dissolve into vastness