Mothergold

 

Sabbath morning.

Season of not quite Autumn.

Call it Mothergold.

Let silence blossom

through your smile
or your tears, they spring
from the same source.

Listen to the last chrysanthemum.

Petals of time fall softly

on the stream of Presence

and float away.

Be bold.

You have mighty wings,

the inbreath, the outbreath.

They carry you to the kingdom

where you Are.

Find a new earth
in the stillness

between thoughts.

Plant seeds of peace

here.


Photo from Gardener's Path