Rage is a beautiful thing.
It is all color and explosion and loud clanging and bursts of the imagination.
A frightening outpouring,
of profuse dialogues, diatribes, monologues,
a searing tongue-lashing in the spirit of release,
an action scene inside one’s own inner theater,
a skirmish, a silent movie, shared with nobody.
Like a whiplash, released into the vastness of the forgiving sky.
come, get out from your enclosure and stand among us… [the trees say]
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we are all creatures of metabolism, come out where your vibration is affirmed, supported, upheld, played out, and so glow strongly by your own light…
come, let us rejoice of life together, let us be thankful together,
stand among us under the sky …
“7.83 Hz alive” by sacadalang 2014
… winter may come anytime, we remain …
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7.83 Hz, the Schumann frequency, is the earth’s and the living organism’s frequency. It’s one of the explanations that science has come up with to the question as to why we feel very good whenever we are outdoors. All of us who are alive, and so the earth, vibrate to this frequency. Persistent disturbance to this vibration becomes physically manifested over time, as a health aberration and the like. So it’s not just actually the loads of oxygen and sunlight of the outdoors that affect us, but rather phenomena on the subatomic level, too.
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[ this was taken at the onset of winter, and so the other trees surrounding have already shed their leaves; likewise with the green-sky view at the post previous to this ]
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“Green Sky Ad Infinitum: Winter Spring Summer” by sacadalang 2014
♦ Winter can come to us at any time. Even in the midst of summer it could be winter for some of us.
The sky isn’t always blue. It could sometimes be green. And the leaves of spring and summer can appear during winter.
When we look at the sky we see the same sky yet each of us sees a different sky, too.
It’s a matter of perspective. ♦
“this is our sky, too” by sacadalang 2014
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