Author: Daniel Behn
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Hay veces que la montaña ruge con su presencia
(Y el cielo me guiña con un relámpago)
Y yo me siento mamífero, primitivo
Una piedra en el collar que es mi raza
Que danza honrando la forma en que emergieron los volcanes, las venas del rio y las voces del viento
Me acarician las hojas, me siento vivo, afortunado. Testigo de verdades que me enaltecen, me acobijan y me aterrizan.
Hay veces que escucho el entretejido, el son de mi presencia como vecino().
Cuando presiento llegar…la jarana y la flor
Recuerdo los momentos con mi hijo, cuando lo acosté en el pasto por primera vez. Y se rió. El mecerlo en el agua, y éramos. Agua, cuando nos mecía toda la noche. Ritmo que he encontrado.
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Retiro Voces del Corazón 2025
Hoy hemos creado fuego
cantos estallidos del corazón
brotes de baile, ritmos resonando.
Aprendiendo a vivir
Aprendiendo a sentir
Me encuentro en el árbol
Giro vaciándome
Me encuentro con la fuerza
que necesito, con la flexibilidad, con el descanso
Encuerpo la soltura, mirada
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Butterflies
Fluttering, gliding
specks of gold
Mesmerizing hope
Beautiful magnifiscence
Forest alive, a sky
littered with beauty.
A cloud passes by
and the forest shivers,
branches quiver, butterflies
alight and the sky
is speckled with orange.
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Cosmic weavings
Four days of ceremony, one day of rest in between. They worked nights and rested during the day. ‘Five days of not doing any work? Here? On my home turf?’ He thought he was definitely going to struggle with that. Sometimes Pio would leave them mind-numbing tasks, like cleaning seeds. But mostly it was just napping, writing or hanging out around the hot spring pools digesting what had transpired through the night. At times there was vivid sharing, mostly they just assimilated on their own.
‘What do you do with your watercolor paintings?’
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Ecoescrituras
Notas del curso tomado con Monica Nepote
¿Qué lenguajes son necesarios “hacer nacer” para hablar de lo que observo?
A natural diet may lead to a light and present disposition. A stock of deep breath, a deep time framework and a a geological vocabulary. A list of tweets and twangs to describe the sounds. Screeches and hums, glistening magic, animism and sacrality interwoven into the wakening of the senses. Aroused, on edge, eyes begin to glaze, as I feel my body slip into a state of blurred edges. Hazy feelings and succinct adjectives make for a wonderfully abstract realistic painting.
Verbs that follow the breath, and outwards and back in, following the contour of a spiral, closer and further from the origin with every beat.
Lo salvaje – lo no cultivado, lo audaz. Lo prístino. Lo travieso. La intuición.
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Unifying Patterns in Nature Applied to Business Poster
The Unifying Patterns in Nature were described by the Biomimicry Institute, a group of scientists and designers dedicated to applying observations in nature to human design. Traditionally applied to architecture and industrial design, I was curious if implications could be made to human organization and collaboration. Inspiration came from the fascinating Reinventing Organizations, and the course I was currently auditing at Prescott College named Form and Pattern in Nature.
Further outcome of this line of thinking has led me to:
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Magic owl in the beams
I am in the search of magic.
I’ve found it in prayer and in song,
in the rain and in a sweat. Elusive and untraceable, it evades me in the mundane. I can’t find it in a wheel of emotions. I’ve found it in a swirl, in a dance or in a breath. The veil keeps it hidden, at arms length, sometimes closer when I light a candle.
Sometimes divine when I call it by name, or harken it by senses. At times in a flash of color thru my lense or in the quickening of my heart after dipping in a river.
It may be where my heart becomes entangled, that which wakes my senses – suddenly aware of the towering mountains – seeking out the tallest trees, the name of the plants and the sparks of life surrounding me.
When I go beyond simply observing, and become involved playfully and curiously, interpreting and imagining.
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Willful equilibirum
the wakening of a conch
the intentional sound of beauty
brings me out of my regular stupor
and trivial annoyances.
As I look up into the
enormity of a million butterflies
My eyes glaze over,
and my spirit claims its place
in the richness of the world.
Soft fern – upreaching firs
Awe captured in oohs and ahs,
camera clicks and glee
Today the butterflies remind of the best in us.
Today, on my birthday, life feels harder and easier.
New challenges, but also greater joy,
more heartfelt, more intentional, more shared.
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