She is the one
who keeps watch
over the rhythm of life,
fine tuning and re-tuning
resonating the musical calm
inside the chaos of the world.
She listens to the hum of all life,
the heart pulse that holds the pattern.
She remembers and knows the patterns
by heart. From her tree of life
there
springs
forth
the life
blood
and seeds
that will create new patterns
re-enforcing what was
what is
and what will be.
She listens intently to the cycles of the natural world. She holds the lotus of creation and leans into the tree of life. She...
The tree covered itselfWith a spring cloakOf chartreuse flowersWith a touch of redHe always saidFor a highlightDrama quite complete.Dropping garlandsInto the stream. The condemned...
Troubles all around usWe find a quiet placeWe hold to each otherOur hearts in sanctuaryOur eyes watch the unfurlingTogether
