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
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment