O most honored Greening Force,
You who roots in the Sun;
You who lights up, in shining serenity,
within a wheel
that earthly excellence fails to comprehend.
You are enfolded
in the weaving of divine mysteries.
You redden like the dawn
and you burn: flame of the Sun.
—Hildegard von Bingen, Causae et Curae
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Tis the greening time. Not Saint Patty Green, but greening truth or viriditas. Come oh faithful ferns and fronds. Grow your spirals through me. Antlers and branches reach through my skull. Stretch beyond the beyond towards a new constellation. Where plants sing to stars and stars draw rooted, winged humans across galaxies.
Green. Oh lush rolling hills. Verdant echoes of moss. Daffodil before the bloom. Violet leaf and crouching petals. Mathematically perfected from seed to flower. Patterns of sacred geometry growing gently unfolding unfurling whirling twirling microcosms of planets dancing round the sun.
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