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 fruit.
I feel the need to give to you
For all that you have given to 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
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May God bless and protect you and…
May you alway be
Healthy, Happy
Safe and Comfortable
Seth Kelly Curtis
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I really like this. It reminds me be aware of the cycles of my life and the rhythms I cherish.
This is so lovely ❤ ❤
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