Thursday, October 27, 2011

The Blossom

Unfold the blossom
That is your hand
And let the World
Inhale its fragrance

Open your mouth
And let flow the river
That all hearts shall bathe
And be renewed

If fire comes from you
Let it be the hearth fire
Let it be the forge fire
That tempers the steel
Let your fire smelt the ore
Let it burn away the dross

You are all of Nature
And all of Spirit
The tide of Time
And the stillness of Eternity
You are the Dream
And the Awakening

In You, All are Blessed
So Mote It Be

July 4, 2011

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