The Poetry of Your Making

You are a light, yet you also shadow before God and pray.

You are a garden. Open, Garden, Open.

When you open the way, be sure to guide up and it will open the way to its birth.

You are the moon, then light. The moon is full, then be open to its light. Flower, oh moon, flower your light onto the open field and glow. When you know, be open to its glory as everlasting yet ever changing, as ever changing as the seasons and the awakening of the sun, that never changes or dies.

Peach tree next to plum.

Poetry coming soon…

You are of bud and are not ready, but you will be.

Buttercup

You are real, then be aware of my becoming. As you grow, grow further and flourish as others do.