Breathing deep
May we open our our hearts
with the ease and simplicity
of the rose and sing
In Praise of the Earth
Let us ask forgiveness of the Earth
For all our sins against her:
For our violence and poisonings
Of her beauty.
Let us remember within us
The ancient clay,
Holding the memory of seasons,
The passion of the wind,
The fluency of water,
The warmth of fire,
The quiver-touch of the sun
And shadowed sureness of the moon.
That we may awaken,
To live to the full
The dream of the Earth
Who chose us to emerge
And incarnate its hidden night
In mind, spirit, and light.
~ John O’Donohue ~

John O’Donohue wrote magic from his heart.
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Yes he certainly did, I thought you might be familiar with him Joss.
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