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Carpenter Bee   Leave a comment

Carpenter Bee In A Sacred Datura Blossom — Image by kenne

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language

And next year’s words await another voice.

— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

 

Sacred Datura Flower   1 comment

Sacred Datura Flower — Image by kenne

Witches and sorcerers cultivated plants with the power to “cast spells” — in our vocabulary, “psychoactive” plants.
Their potion recipes called for such things as datura, opium poppies, belladona, hashish, fly-agaric mushrooms (Amanita muscaria),
and the skin of toads (which can contain DMT, a powerful hallucinogen). These ingredients would be combined in a hempseed-oil-based
“flying ointment” that the witches would then administer vaginally using a special dildo. This was the “broomstick”
by which these women were said to travel.

— Michael Pollan

In An O’Keeffe State Of Mind   1 comment

Sacred Datura — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Georgia O’Keeffe photographed and painted this intoxicating flower found in the southwestern US and northern Mexico.
It is easy to develop a passion for these night blooming flowers and therefore easy to see why Georgia O’Keeffe works include
photographs and painting of the white, trumpet-shaped bloom of the Sacred Datura. Providing a fairyland of delicate beauty,
moths, butterflies, long-tongued bees, hummingbirds and mystical, moonlit nights. It gives rise to some of the plant’s other names:
Angel’s Trumpet, Moon Lily, Moonflower or Belladonna (beautiful lady).

An ancient plant with unknown origins
Datura bridges continents,
passed on by Indigenous story and feet.
A muse full of secrets
she is known by those

(who have been initiated into her ways)

as “Grandmother,” whose poison is deadly.
She is also a visionary and healer.

She comes to some through dreams.
The un- initiated fear her.

They call her devil, thorn apple,
witches wildflower, in woeful ignorance
of the breadth of her power.

“Dementia!” they sling arrows of ignorance,
accuse her as one who would kill or maim.

As well she might.

To those who would use her
without respect or care,
she mutters a warning:

Beware.

— from Emergence: Poem to a Plant Goddess by Sara Wright

(Georgia O’Keeffe’s photography is currently on exhibit at The Museum of Fine Art Houston.)

Pollinator   Leave a comment

Bee-0724 blogPollinator — Image by kenne

Bee pollinator 
On a sacred datura
Pollin extractor

— kenne

Long-Legged Green Grasshopper   Leave a comment

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Green Grasshopper-0721 blogLong-legged Green Grasshopper On a Sacred Datura Blossom — Images by kenne

 

Sacred Datura, This Moment Simply Is — Computer Art   2 comments

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“Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?… Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.”

— from Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut

A Sacred Symbol, Datura   4 comments

Sacred Datura (1 of 1)-10 grunge blogSacred Datura — Computer Art by kenne

Each  day I meditate on my kinship with nature

and the spirits that give life to and nourish the world.

Sometimes it’s in the middle of an early morning hike

during which time I connect to the powers

of nature that are often delivered by a messenger,

an important symbolic object such as a

sacred deer;
sacred cactus;
sacred butterfly;
sacred mountain;
sacred datura.

— kenne

Sacred Datura — Bewitching To Artists and Poets   1 comment

Windy Point Vista Sacred Datura (1 of 1)-5 art blogSacred Datura — Computer Art by kenne

Deadly to some folks

Bewitching artists and poets,

Sounding the trumpets.

— kenne

 

datura   9 comments

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Datura

Haunting deep green
white and white and pink and trumpets.
You call to the night
Message givers.
You listen to prayers and secrets
You reap joy from a happy harvest season
And its Workers.
You. Armslengths away from the almond trees
You. Grow like shrubs.
The round tops of umbrellas.
You. Are nightshade in the day
And You. Are contrast.

the only poem I might
think to write

— Donna O’Donovan

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