Harvesting…
Last years’ crop of Lunaria, strewn on kitchen floor,
Mother Natures’ bountiful, pastel pot-pourri.
Tangle of opaque disks, hiding precious hope-filled seeds,
Each unique, bearing its’ own fern-like fingerprint.
Memories of hot, sunny childhood days flooding back…
Trampling and exploring the wild overgrown lane.
Lush flowering nettles and creeping, invasive, white-trumpeted bindweed,
…and Honesty, an abundance of Honesty!
Ecstatic buzz of myriad flying insects.
Then later, bronze, brown foliage dried by a low Autumnal sun and
Gleefully, playfully, peeling back outer casings to expose
Pure, pearl-lustred, fragile inner hidden treasure.
Translucent, glowing, oval dream-catchers
Crackling and rustling in the breeze.
Innocence and Honesty and Dreams.
Where am I now?
Still there and still here…
Enveloped in awe and magic and mystery!
Each delightful, fresh moment carrying cosmic potential.
Mirror of the soul…
Life-long journey peeling and polishing,
Breathing, Remembering, Awakening…
Brilliance and Bliss that IS in ALL.
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