Venerable Life’s Wisdom

Venerable Life’s Wisdom
Stands firm throughout trial,
Taking only what is required,
Giving back so much more,
Knowledge spread out freely,
Doing in not doing, tis unity,


Venerable Life's Wisdom Stands firm throughout trial, Taking only what is required, Giving back so much more, Knowledge spread out freely, Doing in not doing, tis unity, easy...
Venerable Life’s Wisdom
Stands firm throughout trial,
Taking only what is required,
Giving back so much more,
Knowledge spread out freely,
Doing in not doing, tis unity,




We together walk these calming eddies,
Quiet wonders hidden within the shadow,
So close we a are, sharing our bond of family,
Lives spanning eons a time all meaningless duration.
For here we are as meant to be, sharing depths of love,
Could I love you any more, I think not, child of my child,
So travel on we do, you to grow, me to finish my very journey,
My meaning lay within you future of brightest joyous gleeful unbound,
I would have you know to the depths of your soul, I love you my son…




She is Wisdom

The world is sacred,
It can’t be improved,
If you tamper with it, you ruin it,
Treat it like an object, you’ll lose it.

There is a time for being ahead,
Bringing a time for being behind,
There is a time for being in motion,
Just as a time for being at rest,
A time for being vigorous,
A time for being exhausted,
A time for being safe,
A time for being in danger,

The wise sees things as they are,
without trying to control them,
Acceptance is key to understanding,
She lets them go the way they choose,
Residing at the centre of the circle…


The Beauty of Peace

I’m looking down, on the green and blue,
With clouds above, between me and you.

The beauty of this place called earth,
It’s plain to see it now deserves,
An end to all this war and dread,
Redirected to pure love instead,
Angels work by our sides,
To put an end to earth’s decline.

Stand up for oneness,
As we’re all the same,
Beams of light from where we came,
The source of life that’s all around,
Energetic realms dimensions found,
Shifting between the beams of light,
It’s time for all on earth, to fly.

The balance of all life on earth,
Will be returned, as it’s now deserved,
To the peaceful surroundings in which we live,
Harmonious melodies of love will sing,
Between you and me, and every living thing.

A flotilla of angels, will line the streets,
With cries of peace, as their lights released,
Time on earth for angels work, to come to an end,
When earth is served, with eternal loving peace,
In the hearts of all living free.

No longer exists, any pain,
Just love vibrations, for all to gain,
The time is now to stand together,
There is no storm we cannot weather,
Join the light and shine it bright,
Over the beauty, of the green and blue,
That will soon exist, with love that blooms.

Written by Jason Petch 30/11/14


Blessing of Day

Trees moving restlessly in the gentle breeze
Birds flitting fleetingly between the bending limbs
Ground of movement with the abundance of life
Quiet tittering of ground squirrels as they rustle about
With this I know the joys of life

Clouds spreading in beauty across the blue of sky
Yellow rays of sun shinning to illumed this special day
Shadows of moving tree limbs casting wonder below
A pure dance of freedom spreading out for wandering eye
Nature’s calmness taking hold my inner most soul

This blessing of day spreads gladness for all…

Reach Out and Help


In this day as all others there are those in dire need. By joining together we can meet this need and aid all, beginning to build a better existence for all mankind. We start with forgiveness, embracing rather than judging, focusing on love and giving rather than holding to the continuing conflicts that have so long ruled our existence. Embrace peace, reach for the light, and create a better tomorrow, together s one.

How The World Was Made

from Cherokee Indian lore

The earth is a great island floating in a sea of water, and suspended at each of the four cardinal points by a cord hanging down from the sky vault, which is of solid rock. When the world grows old and worn out, the people will die and the cords will break and let the earth sink down into the ocean, and all will be water again. The Indians are afraid of this.

When all was water, the animals were above in Galunlati, beyond the arch; bur it was very much crowded, and they were wanting more room. They wondered what was below the water, and at last Tunisia “Beaver’s Grandchild,” the little Water-beetle, offered to go and see if it could learn. It darted in every direction over the surface of the water, bur could find no firm place to rest. Then it dived to the bottom and came Up with some soft mud, which began to grow and spread on every side until it became the island which we call the earth. It was afterwards fastened to the sky with four cords, but no one remembers who did this.

At first the earth was flat and very soft and wet. The animals were anxious to get down, and sent out different birds to see if it was yet dry, but they found no place to alight and came back again to Galunlati. At last it seemed to be time,
and they sent out the Buzzard and told him to go and make ready for them. This was the Great Buzzard, the father of all the buzzards we see now. He flew all over the earth, low down near the ground, and it was still soft. When he reached the Cherokee country, he was very tired, and his wings began to flap and strike the ground, and wherever they struck the earth there was a valley, and where they turned up again there was a mountain. When the animals above saw this, they were afraid that the whole world would be mountains, so they called him back, but the Cherokee country remains full of mountains to this day

When the earth was dry and the animals came down, it was still dark, so they got the Sun and set it in a track to go every day across the island from east to west, just overhead. It was too hot this way and Agility, the Red Crayfish, had his shell scorched a bright red, so that his meat was spoiled; and the Cherokee do nor eat it. The conjurers put the sun another hand breadth higher in the air, but it was still too hot. They raised it another time, and another, until it was seven hand breadths high and just under the sky arch. Then it was right, and they left it so. That is why the conjurers call the highest place Imagined Mindbogglingly, “the seventh height,” because it is seven hand-breadths above this arch, and returns at night on the upper side to the starting place.

There is another world under this, and it is like ours in everything, animals, plants, and people, save that the seasons are different. The streams that come down from the mountains are the trails by which we reach this underworld, and the springs at their heads are the doorways by which we enter it, but to do this one must fast and go to water and have one of the underground people for a guide. We know that the seasons in the underworld are different from ours, because the water in the springs is always warmer in winter and cooler in summer than the outer air. When the animals and plants were first made, we do not know by whom, they were told to watch and keep awake for seven nights, just as young men now fast and keep awake when they pray to their medicine. They tried to do this, and nearly all were awake through the first night, but the next night several dropped off to sleep, and the third night others were asleep, and then others, until, on the seventh night, of all the animals only the owl, the panther, and one or two more were still awake. To these were given the power to see and go about in the dark and to make prey of the birds and animals which must sleep at night. Of the trees only the cedar, the pine, the spruce, the holly, and the laurel were awake to the end, and to them it was given to be always green and to be greatest for medicine, but to the others it was said: “Because you have not endured to the end you shall lose your hair every winter.”

Men came after the animals and plants. At first there were only a brother and sister until he struck her with a fish and told her to multiply, and so it was. In seven days a child was born to her, and thereafter every seven days another, and they increased very fast until there was danger that the world could not keep them. Then it was made that a woman should have only one child in a year, and it has been so ever since.

Unnecessary Man

The river’s tent has broken, the last fingers of leaf fall
Clutching and sink to wet bank, spring anew winds come
Dancing and swirling across snow gone landscape, unheard.

Liken nymphs splay in the fields.

Sweet streams, run softly, till I end this my song.
With no empty bottles, sandwich papers, or rot,
No silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of Man’s disrespect.

To which the nymphs would depart, their spirit no more.

And of man and his friends, heirs of cities for dark,
Let them depart and be gone, the Earth miss them not.