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Meditation
Mother, in this season of the flowers
I bow to you in humble awe
The brilliant colors of my blossoms
Are growing now,
Soon to be fruit.
I feel the need to give to you
For all that you have given me,
And though the moment is not yet right
One day my fruit will yield its seed
To your sweet earth
The Blessing
In the joyful outbreath
Of this season of my growth,
It is difficult to remember
The cycles of my life.
But remember I will,
For it is the rhythm of my living/dying
That gives the meaning to my journey,
And it is the surrender
Of yesterday’s fruit
That allows the new seed to grow
To flower.
-Danaan Parry
Quaerite Et Invenietis “Seek and you will find”
“There is nothing hidden that will not be revealed”
May God bless and protect you and…
May you always be
Healthy, Happy
Safe and Comfortable
Keep smiling, keep shining
Seth Kelly Curtis
Kelly's Quest 