C.D. Moore

C.D. Moore
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I write about spirituality, health, psychology, and ecology. Usually in poetic form (my 1st love) but now I'm venturing into the world of
articles. Exciting!
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Recent pages by C.D. Moore

This is a poem that came to me when out walking my dog and we passed by a vacant lot.
I have long been fascinated by crop circles, their meaning and origin. This piece arose out of some additional exploring .....
Often when browsing the posts on Wikinut, I've been confronted with big blocks of text which seem to stop me from wanting to read further. Any one else feel the same........?
In Canada,governments and companies are required to consult with the aboriginal population when developing projects such as mining or pipelines on their land. Now they have to have consent.
How to Move Emotions that have Become Uncomfortably Stuck.
A Beautiful Day Includes Some Thoughts About Those Who are Suffering.
This review gives an overview of some of the main reasons for suffering as presented by spiritual teacher Adyashanti in his book, "Falling into Grace."
I have been watching a live stream video of an Osprey nest, became intrigued and wanted to know more......
This is a poem adapted to the Gosa form which was used in the Spanish court in the 14th and 15th centuries. I have found it especially useful for reflecting on the Psalms.
I was contemplating the pink geraniums in the railing box on our balcony and let my mind wander where it would. This poem is the result.
This article was inspired by an article of Steve's about our shadow side. The ego is the part of us that identifies with the body and therefore feels very threatened in this big uncontrollable world.
This is a poem about how it must feel to go through the process of letting go of everything familiar in order to take the next step into the unknown. It could be the ultimate transition or any of the endings and beginnings we must deal with throughout our lives.
Esteemed Wikinut poet, Loverme gave me permission to improvise on one of his intriguing poems. I hope I did it justice. Loverme's poem is in bold and his lines which begin and end my stanzas are in bold. A blending of thoughts on thoughts!
I was thinking about writing as I often do. Wondering why I write. This somewhat silly poem came out of that reflection. Maybe the same is true for some of you out there.
This is a poem about how we can learn from nature and animals how to live a happier life by following the guiding energy which flows deep inside and is part of the universal flow.
The federal government of Canada supports the building of a pipeline 4,500 km long which would carry bitumen from the Tar Sands in Alberta through 5 provinces to new Brunswick to be exported overseas. The contribution to green house gases and the potential for spills will be enormous.
This is my experiment with the Glosa form of poetry in which the poet reflects on particular lines in a poem, in this case a Psalm, and writes addition lines which come out of that reflection, but always returning to the original. Kind of like a jazz musician playing with a melody.
Recently I read this new translation of the ,"Tao Te Ching" and since then I have been reading and re-reading it. Never have I seen the truth presented so simply and so profoundly.
This is a poem about how we defend our opinions and judgments and how this defensiveness causes others to be defensive in return. The potential for deeper relationship is thereby lost.
This is a poem about how, as a child the effort to see what others saw led my sister Donna on a journey to become a the artist she is today.
A poem of despair over the exploitation of Canada's land and water for the profit of international corporations to the detriment of the health of life both animal, vegetable and human.
I was listening to guitar music of the 16th Century and it seemed to me expressive of a gentler age. Give it a listen yourself and tell me was I dreaming......?
A poem about how all nature praises the one life if only we could hear creations' song and do the same.
In this poem I try to get inside the head of those in power who are destroying the environment for profit---- survival instinct morphed into insatiable greed.
This is an article about recent events concerning a First Nations, Idle No More protest against fracking in New Brunswick Canada.
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