Wild flowers bloom
where
the force of the wind
carries
their gentle soul.
Not
seeking to change the wind
they
thrive within,
alone
or
with another.
Moved by a fiery star
to root in the richness
of moist earth
to root in the richness
of moist earth
they simply notice,
where they land.
where they land.
Lovers
of The Way
are
like that.
Touch
a Clear Lake,
ripples
dissolve
In it's Mirror.
Moved by the inner rhythm
coiling through the heart,
they bloom in fires
a Clear Lake,
ripples
dissolve
In it's Mirror.
Moved by the inner rhythm
coiling through the heart,
they bloom in fires
of Lotus-Exchange
sipping the sweet nectars
that flow there.
Preconceived
notions
make no sense
of the mystic's stream.
of the mystic's stream.
Moving through unseen depths
in the intimacy
of perceiving they shine
earning their way
in the Honey Garden,
where
Love
lives
the
body.
Love
lives
the
body.
~Garudafire
New Year 2012
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