Entering your garden this time of year can be a shadowy, hazy distortion. The sleepy cold refuse of death fertilizing the hard soils awaiting moisture with new life wishing to push through to view and express new beauty. Narrow and long the pillars spread and the swimming from head to heart,the canal tight , not yet fully open with full sight. Slumbering slowly awakening to fresh insight. Bright light yet frigid and frozen, the inner molten not yet heating from deep within to bubble on the surface.
Rich, nurturing nutrients open to receive, the seed to be planted, rooted and growing,procreating new expression.
Invest great care in choosing which seeds to bare and share,with much discretion yet acceptance that weeds are also welcome for the whole garden will flourish and expand greater glory in divine sacred blended his and hers authentic story build on LOVE, fueled with composting fear,healed with warm,wet tear,pungent smells and sounds embodied senses ,released life. The start, The End, round and up level the circle to spiral moves through infinity leaving it's trace temporarily in dissolving time and space. Ever changing moments, some in clear sight others ripe waiting to be known, All specks to and from Home.
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