Sacred Datura (Moonflower) Near Sabino Creek — Mixed Art by kenne
Sacred Datura
Also known as moonflower
Blooms late in the day.
— kenne
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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
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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
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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.)
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Pollinator — Image by kenne
Bee pollinator
On a sacred datura
Pollin extractor
— kenne
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Long-legged Green Grasshopper On a Sacred Datura Blossom — Images by kenne
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Sacred Datura, This Moment Simply Is — Computer Art 2 comments
Sacred Datura — Computer Art by kenne
“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
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Sacred 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
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Sacred Datura — Bewitching To Artists and Poets 1 comment
Sacred Datura — Computer Art by kenne
Deadly to some folks
Bewitching artists and poets,
Sounding the trumpets.
— kenne
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Sacred Datura — Images by kenne
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
