Viriditas
Green it
Viriditas
O most honored Greening Force,
You who roots in the Sun;
You who lights up, in shining serenity, withina 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
Tis the greening time. Not the Saint Patty Green, but the 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 hidden flower. Mathematically perfected from seed to flower. Patterns of sacred geometry growing gently unfolding unfurling whirling twirling microcosms of planets dancing round the sun.
Green. Arms digging into earth the first touch of spring the first descent of toe into mud the first dandelion peek a boo leaves toothed and fierce. Alive. Heart’s forest spreading wide her wintry cocoon, expanding now that birds may fly. High, higher now acorn caps split cracked shoots push push pushing through the impossible cold hard crust now escaping first light of sun ecstatic kiss.
Green. I am to thee your bride. Marry me oh green. Surrender that I may know the healing touch of resurrection that from out of wintered stalks yellowed and gray, brown and forgotten a new bud swoons. Paint my lips crimson with the love of you gardening in the soul of my soles, the soul of my soil, the green of spring so new so unmistakably bright golden almost not the autumnal kind but bright, cheery, hip hip pip the piper blowing songs through bamboo forests grown a girth wider. Green. To thee I sing the body of you I surrender too. Green me into a thousand medicinal roots and shoots from out of every limb I blossom too.
Green. Grass and blade. Lichen meandering blanketing my bosom soft and sweet the smell of hay wet and damp, dank and the smell of rain rippling the creek beds rising the mother earth hugging her plenty bursting forth at the seems. From out of every crack a green thing emerges. Tiny, succulent, ripe and sweet. May the good goddess feast of viriditas that life, pregnant, creation bursts forth without punctuation or apology.
Artist: smileworldshine
Green. The truth of green. The bright yes of green. To boldly follow you off the path towards the ivy to where the deer dream of your holy sentences held fast by every tree now singing. Green. The awakening. The ecstatic longing. The healing of green. The heart a hive now humming growing sweeter by each step taken barefoot slowly away now into the green wild world scampering beyond concrete beyond hedges into the secret chambers where pistil and pollen, stigma and stamen await the sacred dance of bee and butterfly. Holy opera of foliage and flower, forest and bough, wild and domesticated, garden and field.
If you, dear traveler are forlorn, lost, dry or forgotten, return to the sun. Return now, whether or not you missed a turn on the path, return. The way leaves do, new. Listen, can you hear the way the grasses sing? She’s flowing, more powerful than the rivers, the flow of greenness penetrating every aspect of all life. A reflection of the Divine on Earth.
Green your spring. No apologies. Green cartilage. Green tongue tip. Green dreams. Green rising. Green truth. Green petals. Green blood. Green beauty. Green it greener.
be a magician of green
Focus on everything greening
Sing green
Hug green
Love green
Live green
Believe green
Magic green