Vibrations by Cynthia Gaines at All poetry

Where hill and sky chance to meet

In silent step of native feet

Arms embrace the healing sky

As clouds and winds of time pass by

Each soul shares in creating the song

As the river of life flows along

Mother Earth's drum continues to beat

Where she and sky chance to meet

Author notes

OPTION # 14: "Indian Vibrations" By JoAn Greinert

According to science and philosophy, the world is made up of vibrations. When anything vibrates, it creates sound. Sound can be audible or inaudible, yet it is always there. The nature of the world is sound. Vibrations occur rhythmically and that is why the role of rhythm is very important in music as well as in life. Our love, beauty, poetry, sensuousness, and other emotions are linked with primal rhythms and natural vibrations of nature.

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JoAn Greinert - Intuitive Artist - Works of Art - Multiple Prompts Contest by Kazytc. 2400 points, ended September 17, 2008, 40 entries
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Kazytc
September 18, 2008

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Love it all!
Love your words here, and you have so eloquently captured the very essence of this painting, and I felt like I was a native tribesman or a secret stolen onlooker peering back in time on those who were. Love the graphics, the backdrop sets off the painting so well and adds to the ambiance of this beautiful painting and poem complimenting each other so well.
Perfect rhyme and flow, great on meter too. Wow how do you do it Cyn, you pen to perfection everytime, I am in awe of your talent which is infinate! Love it, write on bravo!
Thanks Millions for entering it was an honour to have you in our contest.
Please come back and enter my future contests ok!
Poetic Hugs & Thanks Millions!
Kaz.
Kazytc xx
- Cynthia Gaines
  September 18, 2008
  
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  Thank you for the HM for my poem!!!
  And thanks for hosting this contest!!!
UniversalVoice
September 17, 2008
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Thank you
Thank you for your enchanting poem and your “Author’s Note” Great Job! Thanks
- Cynthia Gaines
  September 18, 2008
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  Thank you for the HM!!!
  And thanks for sharing your beautiful artwork!!!
- Cynthia Gaines
  September 17, 2008
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  You are welcome!
  I'm glad you enjoyed the poem, and I look forward to reading you work as soon as I'm able to make my way over to your pages!! Thank you for stopping in to visit!!! Peace, Cyn
Shadow Lynx
September 10, 2008

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The more i read your stuff the more i cant help think that we are on similar wavelenghts You packed a whole heap of thought and vision into this sis, heh we even entered the same contest Very best of luck !
- Cynthia Gaines
  September 10, 2008
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  Thank you!!! I am glad you like my poem!!!
poppa
September 9, 2008

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Beautiful write... you have done this painting much justice. Your poem has an almost indian chant like appeal, love it...

In Moari mythology, Rangi and Papa are the primordial parents, the sky father and the earth mother who lie locked together in a tight embrace. They have many children all of which are male, who are forced to live in the cramped darkness between them.These children grow and discuss among themselves what it would be like to live in the light. Tūmatauenga, the fiercest of the children, proposes that the best solution to their predicament is to kill their parents.
But his brother Tāne (or Tāne-mahuta) disagrees, suggesting that it is better to push them apart, to let Rangi be as a stranger to them in the sky above while Papa will remain below to nurture them. The others put their plans into action—Rongo, the god of cultivated food, tries to push his parents apart, then Tangaroa, the god of the sea, and his sibling Haumia-tiketike, the god of wild food, join him. In spite of their joint efforts Rangi and Papa remain close together in their loving embrace. After many attempts Tāne, god of forests and birds, forces his parents apart. Instead of standing upright and pushing with his hands as his brothers have done, he lies on his back and pushes with his strong legs. Stretching every sinew Tāne pushes and pushes until, with cries of grief and surprise, Ranginui and Papatuanuku are prised apart...

sorry for such a post, but your write invoked these images for me, allowing me to touch base with my heritage.

truly wonderful piece and wish you luck in the contest
Riamh
September 9, 2008

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Amazing imagery that says it all. Very economical and excellent use of words. Best of luck in the contest.

Slayer
arafura
September 8, 2008
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Excellent!
waydownuponjoy
September 8, 2008

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Imagery complete ...
and some wonder-filled thoughts are encouraged by the sound of your words. thanks for sharing them, joy
Rose Angel
September 8, 2008

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So alive with imagery! Short but very powerful write here! And so suitable for this painting!Alive with spiritual overtones!
Yvette Champ
September 8, 2008

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Yes I agree with the other review, this is short but it is complete, the length of a poem need not matter as much as the content/intent. Your poem has a smooth flow and the natural feel of homage to Mother Earth found in Native American Indian beliefs. It is well written and spiritual. My own beliefs are that everything has a vibration, all matter and everything that matters.Silence is full of sound. It may be harmonic or unharmonic. I don't feel all vibrations occur rhythmically, those that don't are the ones that give us goosebumps or make us sense dejavu. Enough rambling!
Angelflower
September 7, 2008

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This was a short write, yet it had such vivid imagery!! I really loved this.. You really did such a wonderful job with it, I love how it's so peaceful.. Thank you very much for sharing! best of luck in the contest!

Angel