• Song That Stops the River

    Her flute rose softly at first,
    a ribbon of breath shaped into light
    and the river, rushing with its ancient urgency,
    paused mid-current,
    turning its silver face toward her
    as if time itself wished to listen.

    The mountains stirred from their deep sleep.
    stone bones humming with wonder.
    They straightened their silhouettes
    against the sky,
    lifting their grand shoulders
    to catch every wandering note
    that drifted through the dusk.

    Across the valley, blossoms awakened
    petals trembling open
    in colors the night had never seen.
    Butterflies spun in circles of gold and blue.
    drawn forward by the echo
    that brushed their wings
    like a warm, familiar hand.

    And when her final note unfurled
    into the quiet evening air,
    The earth held its breath
    for in that single song
    She carried the memory of old spirits.
    the heartbeat of the land,
    and the power to make all creation
    stop, listen,
    and bloom.

    Art by Serin Alar
    Song That Stops the River Her flute rose softly at first, a ribbon of breath shaped into light and the river, rushing with its ancient urgency, paused mid-current, turning its silver face toward her as if time itself wished to listen. The mountains stirred from their deep sleep. stone bones humming with wonder. They straightened their silhouettes against the sky, lifting their grand shoulders to catch every wandering note that drifted through the dusk. Across the valley, blossoms awakened petals trembling open in colors the night had never seen. Butterflies spun in circles of gold and blue. drawn forward by the echo that brushed their wings like a warm, familiar hand. And when her final note unfurled into the quiet evening air, The earth held its breath for in that single song She carried the memory of old spirits. the heartbeat of the land, and the power to make all creation stop, listen, and bloom. Art by Serin Alar
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  • Keeper of the Wolf Child

    She holds the young one close.
    not as a pet,
    but as a promise—
    a bond older than language,
    stronger than fear.

    In her arms, the wild learns trust.
    The tame learns courage,
    and the heartbeat of two nations—
    human and wolf —
    finds the same ancient drum.

    Butterflies circle like blessings,
    the sun crowns her in quiet gold.
    For every gentle guardian is also
    a warrior in silence.
    Keeper of the Wolf Child She holds the young one close. not as a pet, but as a promise— a bond older than language, stronger than fear. In her arms, the wild learns trust. The tame learns courage, and the heartbeat of two nations— human and wolf — finds the same ancient drum. Butterflies circle like blessings, the sun crowns her in quiet gold. For every gentle guardian is also a warrior in silence.
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  • Video: Blue Lights & Butterflies with Marcus Aurelis VII & #KateShemirani https://rumble.com/v712rty-blue-lights-and-butterflies-with-marchus-aurelis-vii-and-kate-shemirani.html
    Video: Blue Lights & Butterflies with Marcus Aurelis VII & #KateShemirani https://rumble.com/v712rty-blue-lights-and-butterflies-with-marchus-aurelis-vii-and-kate-shemirani.html
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  • The Sky Remembers Her

    Her hair flows like river smoke,
    brushed with feathers,
    whispering stories
    The stars once told the earth.

    In her silence,
    butterflies gather—
    not to land,
    but to listen.

    She is not wind,
    Yet every breath she takes
    shifts the sky,
    soft as prayer, old as moonlight.

    The sky remembers her—
    not as a name,
    But as a song
    carried by wings.

    Serin Alar

    #nativeamericanwisdom
    The Sky Remembers Her Her hair flows like river smoke, brushed with feathers, whispering stories The stars once told the earth. In her silence, butterflies gather— not to land, but to listen. She is not wind, Yet every breath she takes shifts the sky, soft as prayer, old as moonlight. The sky remembers her— not as a name, But as a song carried by wings. 🎨 Serin Alar #nativeamericanwisdom
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  • Optica - Butterfly-inspired films create vibrant colors while passively cooling objects:

    https://phys.org/news/2023-08-butterfly-inspired-vibrant-passively-cooling.html

    #Nanostructures #CoolingFilms #Reflectivity #Color #Butterflies #Mimicry #TitaniumDioxide #AluminumDioxide #Silver #Photonics #MaterialsScience
    Optica - Butterfly-inspired films create vibrant colors while passively cooling objects: https://phys.org/news/2023-08-butterfly-inspired-vibrant-passively-cooling.html #Nanostructures #CoolingFilms #Reflectivity #Color #Butterflies #Mimicry #TitaniumDioxide #AluminumDioxide #Silver #Photonics #MaterialsScience
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    Butterfly-inspired films create vibrant colors while passively cooling objects
    On a hot summer day, white clothing feels cooler than other colors due to reflecting—not absorbing—sunlight. Other colors like blue or black, will undergo a heating effect as they absorb light. To circumvent this heating effect in colored cooling films, researchers drew inspiration from nanostructures in butterfly wings.
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